The Duality Of Life And Paradoxes Of Love

By Sanyukta Lokhande

Insufficient love makes you a narcissist. Why?

Is it the feeling of never knowing who you really are?

Is it the condemnation from people?

Or is it just a coping mechanism to recover from solitude?

To love someone is to breathe a different air,

To paint the canvas of your life, with colours rare.

It is an art, an artistry of a unique soul.

To love is to write a new story, one’s whose ending is only known to you.

I crave love. Does that mean I’m hurting?

Or is my heart pounding, racing, hoping,

For love is known to me as the sun in spring.

I keep questioning myself. Is love really enough?

The act of redamancy is the tenet of humankind.

Its agape. It’s a tradition of veneration. Comprehension.

Love is an ache, an ode to a heart,

The pain of losing someone, agonizing oneself.

To realise the absence of a soul.

To love is to realise not everything is happy.

Sometimes, its knowing love is also munificent.

We ask for love enough, and yet,

No amount of love is ever enough for us.

To not love, is to live a mundane life,

When all, each of us wants is an extraordinary life.

It’s an immense joy and a profound pain.

These, are the paradoxes of love. And love?

Is a paradox.

By Sanyukta Lokhande