Love.. What It's Meaning..???

Thousands have spoken about it. Many more have not. And many more may know better about it than me, I believe. I don't think I will be able to say to you anything more than what has already been said. In fact, it also may be completely untrue and absurd.

This most-discussed, most-not-discussed and most-thought-of word, according to all renowned dictionaries means "A strong positive emotion of regard and affection". There are many definitions and many types of love.

What is love?

Is love a feeling?

Is love an emotion?

Is love a drug?

Is love poetry?

Is love pain?

Is love oxygen?

Is love poison?

Is love desire?

Is love trust?

Is love a crush?

Is love a need?

Is love a connection?

Is love sex?

Is love freedom?

Is love a muse?

Is love a complex process which involves the stimulation of certain parts of your brain?

Is love really love?

What can a person in love do? Can he give his/her life for it? Can he/she take someone's life for it? Can love make a person do things he/she can't do? Can love make a person not do things he/she normally does? Can the absence of love after the presence of love kill a person? Can the presence of love after the absence of it kill a person? Can a person live without love? Can a person die without love? Can love make a person endure the hardest of all difficulties? Can love hurt?

Does love make a person happy? Does love make a person sad? Does love make a person enthusiastic? Does love make a person angry? Does love make a person laugh? Does love make a person cry? Does love make a person write poems? Does love make a person leave everything? Does love make a person to want everything? Does love make a person a slave? Does love make a person complete?

I don't really know the answer to the above questions, and I feel I am not getting the answers to it in the near future. The answer to why I think so is hardly in my domain of comprehension.

Love is different for different people. Love maybe sweet for one and bitter for another. Love maybe a girl for one and a Lamborghini for another. Love maybe family for one and food for another. Love maybe life for one and death for another.

Love is ambiguous. Just like real life. Neither completely black nor completely white. Just different shades of grey.

Just like everyone of us.