Of Love
“A pupil once asked Ishq of Love.
Ishq derived that Love is ephemeral,
freeing, fleeting in nature,
gaining momentum.
He screamed with his eyes
Love is visceral and translucent,
compelling and slow,
yet, undeniable in it’s movements.
Smiling he knew Love is offered
to those holding up a glass,
thirsty,
willing to receive,
willing to take a step,
towards Home.”
