Do you believe in something, which can’t be seen but still exists??? 

No, I am not talking about faith, god, ghost, evil or demon. 

We believe in fire, because it burns. we believe in water because it freezes to ice.  

I believe in Something which exists in my pillow more than in my bed. I feel it in my slumber, in my harsh breathes of solitude. I feel it in the existence of being lonely. I sense it, in whatever good survives in me. 

It’s gentle, tender and beautiful. More musical than poetry. It’s fluid than the wind. 

I call it LOVE. 


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