Getting Lost

You start getting lost in many ways

But the most beautiful experience of getting lost is

When “CUPID” actually sits on your shoulder.                          

A thing of beauty is a joy forever

And lies in the eyes of the beholder.                

It cannot be measured by looks and colour.

It binds two together forever.           

 It is a feeling of natural belongingness.     

It is like a burning candle, expels the darkness of tiny doubts.               

It stays like the fragrance in the flower, with the flow.                               

It stays like the rays of the moon,

With the moon at night

And the golden rays of the sun,

With the sun in the morning.                      

It is a wonderful and pure feeling of silence

As the Earth and sky meet always on the horizon. 

Real love always blossoms till eternity.    

It defines love in myriad forms.        

Finally reciprocating of one soul to another soul.