Musings: True Love

Pic : Self

…and true love is

bereft
of the need
to receive back,
what
to even
begin with,
is at best
a one way flow,

bereft
of the need,
to balance
the scales,
to prove
to the world
that it is equally
weighed too,

bereft
of the need
to be acknowledged,
as something
higher,
than the slope
towards which
it naturally flows,

bereft
of the need
to defend itself,
against
all the colors
and reflections,
which tend
to mar its glow,

bereft
of the egoistical ‘I’
or the goal
of a directional ‘you’,
it knows
no hows and whys,
and its existence
seeks nothing more.

© vidursahdev 2019