Love is like the sublime smile of besotted sunflower

That gazes at its indifferent love in loving reverence

And wilts in painful dejection when the sun sets

Being swallowed by voracious sea waves

Love is like the fragrance of a scarlet rose

That it breathes out to endow on the world

That lingers even to its desiccated petals

Faded, wrinkled and withered away

As a faint scent that never disappears

Love is like the silver surf the coronets of waves

Titivating the boisterous waves with pearls in their womb

Love is like a rejuvenating shower of raindrops

That satiates the thirst of the earth’s parched throat

And makes flowers blossom, rainbows loom and seeds germinate

Like dreams and hopes on the twigs of thoughts

Love is like the wild flowers in a medley

Cheerfully blooming in oblivion with no yearning for recognition

They just spread colourful smiles sharing their bliss with all

Love is like a carnival of sparkling stars, tiny diamonds

They smile with candour and ecstasy so sublime

Slaying the darkness of dejection with their sublime gaze

Love is like a canopy of multitude of clouds sailing

On the horizon in resplendent colours aglow

As if all aspiration and desires have found colour

In the golden sunrise or the crimson threshold of dusk…