Kaviyiyal

In the courtyard of an unseeking heart, a gentle breeze arrives unnoticed - love.Like a cloud that gives no sign before the rain, it gathers on its ownin the sky of the heart.If embraced, it lingers.If hurried, it hesitates.It blooms in the light of a smile, and sweetens in the sound of silence.At times, it sketches poetry;at times, it pours confusion.Even if it drifts away, let it go -leave the path open.For returningis love's old habit.If change appears, do not doubt;change itself is love's language, and the path through which the heart transforms.Love.