love has always been an object of obsession, of possessiveness, of loathing, of flaunting, of acquiring, of setting free, of rising up with, of falling in, of craziness, of sensibility, of rudeness, of politeness, of sensitivity, of insensitive dealings and so on and on ..

so the poems say, so does the prose, so did 

the romantic movies and the fairy tales, the mills and boons swore by it and we all grew up believing the idea of love that was everything that would bind people in a life long bond which is beautiful and makes you feel complete.

but then when you feel complete you should also feel content and if you feel content you will stop making any efforts to better the relationship you are in, which means no growth and with no growth comes stagnation. stagnant water breeds bad things, nothing grows except toxicity, stagnant land is home to unwanted unhealthy growth…

does that mean love eventually becomes toxic or stagnant.. 

love is never difficult, perhaps the idea of owning what you love makes it so. i wonder how owning one and making it gourmet to match your own style will make love flourish, let me give you an example.. when one partner A announces that the other partner B has finally left smoking or drinking or other such habit because partner A doesnt like it.. 

or the say partner C doesnt socialise because her partner D doesnt like it. when one partner tries to implement the idea of correctness or his perfect happily ever after through the life of other partner is where love becomes toxic. or so I feel.

now i may be wrong… often people give up things, habits, lifestyles in search of many things like inner peace, harmony with nature, harmony at home, happiness in long term. thinking about it i wonder if I love a person and if love as explained in poetry and prose that we so readily agree upon is effortless and easily and it just happens, then WHY give up anything? why make change to life ?

love to me acceptance of my existence, in every way I present myself. love to me is living with me in sadness and celebrating happiness, in being with me in darkest dream and letting me explore the deepest feeling, it doesnt constrict itself to time, it doesnt matter day or night its there for me to hold on and cry if i must.. its still fresh no matter how much water passes below the bridge, its still there for me to come back to … i am not insecure cause i cannot loose it, i dont possess it, it has free will to move on its own, it chooses to stay and be there for me and i rejoice, it decides to leave and say goodbye..

i know theory may sound easy but not owning love is difficult, saying goodbye heart breaking, but one must know its only when love leaves will the new love enter, it may not be the same, it may not be one you envisioned, it may enter in an absolute different form, it may smell different, it may different dynamics, and it will come sooner or later ..

one must know that we are animals of emotions, and every time one emotion leaves us the void created is filled with another, its upto us to decide will love come again or will it be longing for the love left, will it be sadness and despair, or will it love again in different form, shape, size, smell….

love has its own body, soul and mind.. 

love doesnt listen, its strong and has ways of its own, its own logic by which it lives, it doesnt believe in possession, ownership, happily ever after, it believes in constant change, change to accommodate the craziness, change to accommodate adultery, change to accommodate warm fuzzy feeling, change to accommodate acceptance, change to give a chance to live and breath..

love lives a very vibrant lifestyle and keeping up with it, isnt really easy…for all those in love .. enjoy the vibrance, enjoy to freedom, enjoy the acceptance, enjoy the warm fuzzy feeling…till the time you dont decide to own love it will all be there.. ones ownership sets in love will leave and habits take place…. love moves fast…..habits remains