Love Is?..

Love...The one word beyond my comprehension, abstruse and mystifying. It has eluded me as of yet, and as this alien emotion plays a prolonged game of intermittent hide and seek, I find that people around me have already acquired considerable knowledge about its intricacies,while I am still at a loss, grappling with its ineffability. I am not ashamed to admit that my definition of love is as lucid and crystalline as soda fizz, and sadly , not something which I can pontificate with grandiloquence. Love is waking up to the deliciously decadent  fragrance of freshly baked buns and cinnamon rolls, wafting from your mother's ''workshop''  a.k.a the kitchen.It is sharing a plate of tangy, mouth watering, diarrhoea-inducing street food with your best friend and at the same time complaining about the abysmal roadside ''hygiene''. Love is when two people share a comfortable silence, one which is a language of eloquence, far away from being awkward or queasy. The feeling of  sweet bewilderment at hearing your sentences being completed, almost like a telepathic coincidence, when you are aware deep down inside, that somewhere in this gigantic world, exists a soul whose thoughts resonates with yours, who understands you like a writer reading his own book. Love is  compassion and empathy, the grateful smile that you see in a child's perspiring face, when you buy the bunch of red roses you never intended to, just so that she can afford a day's meal. Forgiveness is the highest, most beautiful form of love, one that heals old wounds, embalms deep gashes. Love stands far away from  obsession and compulsion, instead it is the profound subtleness which burns like a glowing ember, disseminating warmth and empathy. Love is humming a familiar tune while watching  the relentless raindrops gently cascading on your palms  on a cloudy monsoon evening, it is singing at the top of your lungs in the bathroom, uninhibited, when alone at home. Love is reading a wonderful book, tucked away under your bedspreads, within the privilege of a quiet,chilly winter night. Love lies in nature's bounties, in its provincial rusticity, away from the humdrum of urbanity, Love is watching a cuddly  kitten play, a  miniscule nestling being fed, fondly by its mother. Love is protection, companionship and support. The strong, reassuring embrace of sympathy, a poignant aura of peace and tranquility . Love is whispering to the earth while He listens patiently. 
Love lies in remorse, in repentance for wronging oneself, for going astray. Love is an omnipresent girdle, impalpable and unseen. Love arises from unwavering faith, invincible belief. It is the relief and reprieve after a burden being lifted from one's fragile shoulders, after a broken heart is mended. Love is what your creator offers you, unbridled and immeasurable, despite your irascibility. Love is mercy.
 It is love that revives, love that destroys. Love that  gives, and love that deprives, which is all encompassing..
And that is probably why, love is indescribable..