The Every Splendor Thing


What can come to compare? When it defies time and space, and outwits reasons–of course, we care.
Everybody had a fair share.

Who can discount the divinity that exists amongst us, mortals? It started when a hairy bipedal started cooking for himself. Then his relatives almost bury themselves with their dead. Today, though the hairs are waxed, and Zuckerberg’s announces the dead, but what man felt for himself then remains the same. That very essence never goes out of date. It never goes out of fashion. It knows no age.

An ever deserving title holder of everdearest and beloved, it is ever remembered; ever cherished; ever favorited; ever glorified and honored.

A true beauty that grows within, but blossoms in full when out and shared regardless of season or land or stipulation.

A strong affection that leads to artful expression of songs, of poems, of dances, of canvasses—only love can bring out hidden Pavarotti and Picasso.

A fervor ever present in the eyes of a mother cradling her child, in the smile of a dad doing his daughter’s pony tail, in the tender, much awaited kiss of the groom rushing to unveil his bride—love is always a poignancy in action.

It inspires. It delights. It heals. It fulfills.

It brings joy. It creates a meaning. It puts color to a dull being. It makes life worth living.

Love is a faceless conqueror, who walks on the face of this earth bringing every splendor thing. And the world is never the same.


The Magic of Love

Perhaps Not a Many Splendor Thing


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