One emotion encompasses all piety,
not needed to showcase
in the splendour of colours and perfumes.
Love has its own colour- matchless.
An aroma,
that swirls inside the core of existence.
The heart may be made of cells-
(living or dead)
or whatever else scientists may name.
Aroma touches the core,
spreads like smoke,
invisibly in the whole being,
emanates from the voices
and gaits of lovers.
Aroma of love embraces
all pathies, isms and faiths.
A puff of locked gases
which can be locked no more,
erupts like a volcano,
flows down ,
stratifies uneven lands.
Hot molten lava of love
holds the power
to eliminate filth of the world
and to erect high peaks
on new mountains.
