Is there a thing called love

the mere concept of it

in all the other living organisms other than a human being

or if there is, it is similar to the one humans talk about

the one where you draw boundary lines

the one where limits are defined

the one where you can unlove a person

or maybe just getting bored of the concept over time?

What if they have the concept?

and what if it is even a better version of love

or maybe love does not have any versions

it exists in the purest of forms

Or does it even exists?

Maybe its a human overrating the feeling of attraction over any other feelings.

After all, it’s just another feeling completely governed by the action of hormones.

But it has destroyed cities, caused wars, killed people

Is that notion of love the real one?

Or the one where the husband digs a grave beside his dead wife’s grave

thinking as if they are cheating on time

holding on to it even after death separates them

Or maybe the mother who donated her kidney to the son

whose face is all pale, sitting on the hospital bed

coughing for days now, not knowing of how to repay the mother

who gave her life yet another time

but this time, by sacrificing her own life

Are all these notions the different versions of love?

Do they all portray love in equal proportions?

How absurd and cliche does it sound?

Millions of lives, thousands of generations

and hundreds of cultures have revolved around a four-lettered word

yet ready to sacrifice everything in the name of love

Or maybe they are right

Love is just a convenient distraction

formed to entertain our boring and routined lives

and if it is, will you still hold on to it

even if we are bored of each other?

If the thought of you didn’t cause butterflies in my stomach anymore

If the songs we played on repeat stopped making sense at all

If the messages we waited for the whole day long

seemed to annoy us more than bring us joy

Will we hold on to each other?

Or we will just get over it

Like everyone else, like every other story?

Caught in thoughts, at 3 am in the morning

when I can’t sleep, I think of all these questions but never get to the answer

But this I promise, I will hold on to my typewriter

Until I am here, or at least until I didn’t find the answers

But for now, I will close the book of thought

and leave it in the back of my memory somewhere

Until I decide to open it for another 3 am

and reread all the questions all over again…