By Koushik Das
Love is what I feel when I listen to my playlist-a joy wrapped in discomfort.
Love keeps me rushing away from the hustle and bustle to intercept myself from everything.
Love is the patience to ignore the small talk and the pain of my surroundings.
Love is the hope that yearns me to connect with you through telepathy every day.
Love is what drives me crazy,with wine as my companion and my soul embarks on a telepathic journey, searching for you.
Love is what wets my pillow,not with sobs,but with silent tears that fall in the still of midnight.
Love is true when it's imperfect in life.
Love doesn't culminate in marriage; instead,it finds completion when two souls are free to live together, forever entwined.
By Koushik Das
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