Foolish you

You are getting nervous, do you know that?

Your gaze is at her but you’re trying hard to look away

Your heart beats are skipping the regular count

It’s not normal, can it be gainsaid?

Your side of garden is full of roses in the times of drought

There are butterflies fluttering spiralling the red hearts in the peak summers

Your days and nights are in direct proportion

to the number of times in your mind she appears

Your wishes are different shades of the same colour

Nod your head if it’s not a usual behaviour

You are telling yourself that telling her won’t do any good

May be you’re right but the truth will still goon

You’re running in circles around your own mind

In your head, your words are hunting you, and they simply never die

You are chasing the squirrel of solution around the tree,

the roots of which simply do not exist

underneath the grounds that you’re standing upon..

The memory of the facts seem to grind your skull

Your heart aches, suffocates, forgets and jumps into the deep dark waters

But soon you heartless feel the empty space within you, in the core

You miss the childlike crazy heart that you wore

The heart that made you a demon, bird and human

You are teased by the lost innocence that you just threw away

And you’re left alone staring blankly into the space

You’re getting pale, do you know that?

You disowned nonchalantly your true colour

as if you have the ability to weave another

Your artificial colour painted on your skin will leave in coming seasons

Your so called love by then, will have deprived you of everything

Foolish you, you gave up your heart just for nothing..

So listen to me, and pay some heed

Whistle the tune of joy, of simple innocence and not greed

Desert the bloody roses of grim soils of the superficial gardens

Unhinge your mind off her; the knot of the troubles will be untied

Rediscover clear skies, and soar your kite of destiny high

The dry cutting pain of the emptied space of your heart

Will be made fertile once again for your lovely heart

And promise it you’ll never give it away just like that..!!

Also, I came across a beautiful song. You may like to listen to it here.

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Love is Petering Out…...Really??

All the couples muddling through long distance relationships wouldn’t have had mustered the nerve to sail through the windy sea of The Relationship in the absence of mobile phones, telephones, internet and other telecommunication and transport facilities. OR would they have still gone for it?

Frankly speaking, I don’t know. Nowadays relationships fail to hark back to the antediluvian times when none of the above mentioned facilities existed. In today’s world, we need the constant regular feed ( the facilities) to poke the fire and keep it kindling. Am I mistaken here? Shouldn’t the only feed required be love and the above mentioned facilities be mere (though nowadays important) catalysts?

It would have been such a marvelous thing called ‘Love’ in those days when the Love was both ‘The Entity’ and ‘The Mediator’ within the two and between the two.!!

Are gone those days when there was pillar-strong connection between the two despite the absence of any putative mode of connectivity? Can such love subsist in today’s world? Has the growing connectivity today, actually rendered the strength of love as relatively lilliputian?

But then in the realms of all these questions, rises another one that changes the cusp of the previous questions. What was Love then, in those times? With the distance and no connectivity, how did they care for each other and where was the sharing?

For me love is too mammoth like to be defined or seen in its de facto figure. But there’s one aspect that I vehemently believe in and that is sharing.

I fail to discern that how can love last in the absence of sharing. But then, the fact is that it used to exist then. How and in what form it used to exist is a mystery that still evades me. 

Today, even in the times of multiple networks, love fails to get connected between the two. It definitely needs more than just technology & gizmos. It needs love..

Nevertheless I believe that love should be like a river with continuous flow. The moment it behaves in an ebb and flow manner, it can cease to flow altogether at any time later.

So once it is ignited, pull out all the stops to keep fueling it even while the most dire circumstances and also never abandon it even when prices of the fuels go high!!

                                                          After all for all those who seek love, it’s the raison d'être…!!!

At least I believe love is still there with its intact core nature. I guess, it’s just the times that have changed..or else people would have ceased to seek ‘the Love’…And So,

 It made her touch the sky and fillip the clouds

To hark him against the sweltering summer..

And to meet him she rowed across the river

Even in the cold nights as she shivered

It made her do everything

while doing which earlier she would have quivered

She went against the tide

Her spirits were not dampened nor dithered

But then the angry rains swelled the river

And every second, her life, her love seemed to sink deeper

Her eyes were getting closed, with petering out glimmer

Her heart was cold, with hopes getting dimmer

......But then the sun shone and the clouds disappeared

She was there on the shore and even He was there

After all He too had taken the same route to meet her.........!!

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