When Love Arrives – Did you know, will you know???

What is love? Did you know when love arrived, would you have known when love had arrived at first in your life, did you know when love left ?Most of us have our own version of love in our heart and head, which certainly changes if you have fallen in and out of love in your life. Today i don’t want to talk about love but would want to share something with you all that i was introduced by my close friend Vikas (during office hours😛 ) and now i am addicted to it, that i listen to it everyday once.

 I came across this Spoken Poetry by Sarah Kay and Phil Kaye who have beautifully expressed love in their poem and in its spoken form.I sincerely request you all to listen to this, if you haven’t and would love to hear your thoughts and comments on it. 

So when Love Arrives, welcome love and make love comfortable and when Love Leaves, Appreciate and Respect it and make way for more Love!!! Love brings out the best and worst in you, love helps you grow as a better person every time Love Comes and every time Love Leaves!

P.S. I am sure few would have already watched this and have been following them, this is for the ones who didn’t know. After all blogs are supposed to share what you feel and know!Isn’t it???


I knew exactly what love looked like
in seventh grade
Even though I hadn’t met love yet
if Love had wondered into my homeroom,
I would’ve recognized him at first glance.
Love wore a hemp necklace.

I would’ve recognized her at first glance.
Love wore a tight french braid.
Love played acoustic guitar,
and knew all my favorite Beatles songs.

Love wasn’t afraid to ride the bus with me.

And I knew,
I just must be searching the wrong classrooms;
just must be checking the wrong hallways.
She was there, I was sure of it.
If only I could find him.

But when Love finally showed up,
She had a bullcut.
He wore the same clothes every day for a week.
Love hated the bus.
Love didn’t know anything about the Beatles.

Everytime I tried to kiss Love,
our teeth got in the way.
Love because the reason I lied to my parents.
I’m going to… Ben’s house
Love had terrible rhythm on the dance floor,
but made sure we never missed a slow song.

Love waited by the phone,
because she knew if her father picked up
it would be, (heavy breathing)
“Hello, hello… I guess they hang up.”

And Love grew…
Stretched like a trampoline.
Love changed.
Love disappeared
slowly, like baby teeth
losing parts of me I thought I needed.

Love vanished like an amateur magician,
everyone could see the trapdoor but me.
Like a flat tire,
there were other places I had planned on going

but my plans didn’t matter.

Love stayed away for years.
And when Love finally reappeared,
I barely recognized him.

Love smelled different now,
had darker eyes,
a broader back.
Love came with freckles I didn’t recognize,

new birthmarks,
a softer voice.
Now there were new sleeping patterns,
new favorite books.
Love had songs that reminded him of someone else;
songs Love didn’t like to listen to
so did I.

But we found a park bench that fit us perfectly.
We found jokes that make us laugh.
And now Love makes me fresh homemade chocolate cookies.
But Love will probably finish most of them for a midnight snack.

Love looks great in lingerie but still likes to wear her retainer.
Love is a terrible driver but a great navigator.
Love knows where she’s going,
it just might take her two hours longer than she planned.

Love is messier now;
not as simple.
Love uses the word ‘boobs’ in front of my parents.
Love chews too loudly.
Love leaves the cap off the toothpaste.
Love uses smiley messages in her text messages
And turns out,
Love shits.

But Love also cries.
And Love will tell you, “You are beautiful.”

And mean it.
Over and over again,
“You are beautiful.”
When you first wake up,
“You are beautiful.”
When you’ve just been crying,
“You are beautiful.”
When you don’t want to hear it,
“You are beautiful.”
When you don’t believe it,
“You are beautiful.”
When nobody else will tell you,
“You are beautiful.”
Love still thinks,
“You are beautiful.”

But love is not perfect,
and will sometimes forget,
when you need to hear it most,
“You are beautiful.”
Do not forget this.

Love is not who you are expecting.
Love is not what you can predict.

Maybe Love is in New York City,
already asleep.
You are in California, Australia,
wide awake.
Maybe Love is always in the wrong timezone.

Maybe Love is not ready for you.
Maybe you are not ready for Love.
Maybe Love just isn’t the marrying type.
Maybe the next time you see Love is twenty years after the divorce.
Love looks older now but just as beautiful as you remembered.

Maybe Love is only there for a month.
Maybe Love is there for every firework,
every birthday party,
every hospital visit.

Maybe Love stays.
Maybe Love can’t.
Maybe Love shouldn’t.

Love arrives exactly when Love is supposed to.
And Love leaves exactly when Love must.

When Love arrives,
say, “Welcome, make yourself comfortable.”
If Love leaves,
ask her to leave the door open behind her,
turn off the music,
listen to the quiet,

whisper, “Thank you for stopping by.”

Spread Love !!! Spread love through your writings, poems, views!!!  –Sneha(gal from the Islands)



41 thoughts on “When Love Arrives – Did you know, will you know???”

  1. Sneha!!❤ I love this post, what a beautiful song and lyrics🙂 I still believe in love, one day… thanks for writing and so sorry I've been away for so long. I hope you're doing well my sweet friend xoxo


  2. Wowww…start is a bit funny…what goes on is really touching but with realy simple words…thanks for sharing this and also as u mentioned in your comments… it’s all in our moods!!😉

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  3. Thank you for sharing this wonderful video🙂 beautiful message🙂 enjoy love🙂 don’t regret over love and don’t feel guilty for not finding the true love🙂 that’s why its said love is enough🙂 if you believe in it🙂

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