“Love” is something we all talk about but there is not yet a specific definition or explanation given to this term. I am not formulating any definition or formulating any theory but I want to confess something that had been poking me for years.
I liked a person and was kind of crazy about him. Till this date I have met him only twice and all I remember about him are his eyes, expressing eyes.
I cannot suppress my feelings and my heart wounded when I sensed rejection. I then entered in dark cage of solitude. I was searching my happiness and world all around him which made me feel more hopeless and depressed and all I could do was kneel down and cry then wipe off salty drops and say “I am fine”. The pretendence was tough but unknowingly the pang I felt was transforming into something I had never anticipated of.
I lost many things after that and I lost balance on every relationship, neither could I be a good daughter nor a friend neither a sister, nothing at all.
My likeliness for him developed into a beautiful sensation of tears, pain plus new found happiness to which I would like to term as “love”. I loved him all those years back and I do still. This was the first time loved touched me and spread its magic. It was not ecstasy of teenage or any mistake for me.
Though the dreams I had seen with him were washed away but I have never stopped dreaming but became more enthusiastic about it as I dream impossible and say “why not”, it’s a hidden spirit.
The sensation of love has changed me. My ego has dissolved and I want to apologize to all of them whom I have hurt and disappointed. I am working to mend the holes, breaks, distances and other wreckages the storm of my blindness has caused. I want to live up everything that I have missed out. I thought I was never loved because I never felt love but I was unfortunate to realize it lately and I was letting all those arms go empty as they were stretching wide desperately as to hug me tight and say how much they love me. Solitude was no longer my synonym.
It’s not possible to see him from my horizon but the cool breeze of air, warm sunshine, and full moon makes him run down my nerves. Even very thought of him turns curve in corners of my lips I have learnt to live life, love love, and feel love and live with love. My faith in almighty has deepened more as it was his stroke. I wouldn’t have been what I am today if lord’s guidance was not there. Thank you “Shivaji”and “you” too.
English
hi5 Coins
Bail out the basement while there's holes in the roof
In the beginning they said there was light,
Well there ain't much left of it now.
We're lost in the darkness, searching sound and sight
Of an answer to the what, where or how.
We're talking 'bout freedom while we're locked in a cell,
Dreaming of a world without war,
Forced to live on the boundaries of hell
Like no-one's ever thought of peace before.
What's the point of preaching peace if it's something you don't feel?
What's the point of talking love if you think that love ain't real?
Where's the hope in hopelessness? Where's the truth in lies?
Don't try to hold my hand if you can't look me in the eyes.
Beg the question, bend the truth
Bail out the basement while there's holes in the roof
In the beginning they said there was light
But somebody's burnt out the fuse.
And now we're all lost in eternal night
Looking for a candle to use.
Lots of little candles, isolated hope,
Frail little flames in the gale,
Lost little people who just can't cope,
Just knocking their heads on the nail.
What's the point of talking freedom if you just protect yourself?
What's the point of preaching sharing as you accumulate your wealth?
It's so easy to be giving if the things you give ain't real.
It's so easy to lie if your ignore the things you feel.