When something or someone hits you, it is instinctive for you to ‘hit back’ or try to evade the incoming blow. But the only ‘blow’ that can neither be evaded nor prevented is the ‘blow’ from Love.

No one expects it, but when we receive the ‘blow’, we never want it to stop hitting us. When love hits you, it hits you hard.

Love. No one could have ever have expected that these 4 words can encompass so many emotions. Love transcends all barriers-language, status, place, etc, because it’s a connection made purely from the heart… for a heart.

Love is not, and will never be a prerogative of the rich and elite. Both the rich and the pauper have fallen in love. But when both of them fall for each other, it is the beginning of classic romance novels (and movies). Titanic, perhaps?

Love can turn a taciturn man into a social butterfly and turn the most crotchety man into a romantic in a trice. Sounds like a well-nigh impossible thing. But, you will be surprised.

Is it all just a chemical reaction within our bodies? Is it just human nature to seek romantic relationships to satiate our lusts

You can’t wait for the right moment to fall for The One. It never ever works like that. It’s a codswallop.

Put your heads aside and put your heart at the forefront.

நான் தனிமையில் சிரிப்பது உன்னால்
சில சபைகளில் அழுவது உன்னால்
நான் பந்தியில் அமருவது உன்னால்
சிறு பட்டினி கொல்வதும் உன்னால்
என் சந்திரன் வருவதும் உன்னால்
என் ஜனனமும் மரணமும் உன்னால்

In life’s fierce dance, we parry and sway,
To evade each blow that comes our way.
But amidst the chaos and the strife,
Love strikes with a force that transforms our life.

No warning, no sign, it arrives unbidden,
With a touch that leaves our hearts smitten.
A connection, profound, from soul to soul,
Love’s magic makes us feel whole.

Love knows no borders, no language, no creed,
It’s a universal truth that all hearts need.
Rich or poor, it matters not,
Love’s web ensnares every single thought.

When these worlds collide, rich and poor unite,
Their love story takes flight, like the Titanic’s grand sight.
Love’s alchemy, a transformation rare,
Turning the ordinary into something beyond compare.

Is love mere chemistry, a reaction confined?
Or a primal force in our hearts entwined?
An instinctual quest, a primal call,
To find the one who makes us fall.

No need to wait for the stars to align,
Love’s rhythm doesn’t follow a straight line.
Let your heart guide, and let it roam,
In the labyrinth of love, find your home.

In a world where reason holds the reign,
Love is wild, untamed, and free from the chain.
Embrace its chaos, its unpredictable art,
Let love lead, and it will heal every heart.

Love. Bloody hell.

-H