'Yaar Bahot Mushkil hai'
It's easy to theorize and put definitions on things phenomenons feelings. But, is it at all possible to put every emotion, every sensation, into words? Can we ever develop a vocabulary which would have enough letters in it to enable us to extpress our thoughts feelings and subtlest emotions?
I doubt, if we can!
Do you remember the first time you fell in love? I do. At least I thought it was love - in cruel tentacles of cold shiver, a hapless mind and body. My lips danced, if I bumped into her by chance - as if by their own will. But the voice slithered down the throat and hid in some dark cravice inside throat. And then, she would have this bewildered look on her face, may be wondering if I need a doctor. That was it!
I used to remind myself, 'love is a river on fire, one must swim - for love or nought'.
After numerous heartbreaks - till their was not a shred of muscle left for use, and a self-respect that was buried deep under the seas of perspiration, long since evaporated - I realised too late, it was mere infatuation ... love is divine it never demeans you or subjects you to downright, abject humiliation.
Well, I didn't have the patience for divinity!
You know, I was still pubescent when I was twenty one!
I begin to explore another side of love - of passion and 'what-the-hell-you-can-call-it-sin'. In rented shacks love infested the undulating terrains of my mind like endless stretch of poppy-blossoms. It was difficult to make out night from day - I preffered to be loved with blinds and lights switched off. I was like a piece of cork bobbing up and down in a canister full of honey.
It was wierd! The more I loved, more I craved - I loved and craved ... I loved and craved ... on and on!
Sometimes I got lucky with love!
On such days, I was devoured by a mate more hungry and desperate (for love). I couldn't hope to hold on to passing time. Time just passed like a sprinter hell bent on breaking the sound barried - wind-aided or not. I would beg and plead, but such are the ways of the world.
I understood.
Love ...
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
What is love? What is Love?
'Yaar Bahot Mushkil hai'
It's easy to theorize and put definitions on things phenomenons feelings. But, is it at all possible to put every emotion, every sensation, into words? Can we ever develop a vocabulary which would have enough letters in it to enable us to extpress our thoughts feelings and subtlest emotions?
I doubt, if we can!
Do you remember the first time you fell in love? I do. At least I thought it was love - in cruel tentacles of cold shiver, a hapless mind and body. My lips danced, if I bumped into her by chance - as if by their own will. But the voice slithered down the throat and hid in some dark cravice inside throat. And then, she would have this bewildered look on her face, may be wondering if I need a doctor. That was it!
I used to remind myself, 'love is a river on fire, one must swim - for love or nought'.
After numerous heartbreaks - till their was not a shred of muscle left for use, and a self-respect that was buried deep under the seas of perspiration, long since evaporated - I realised too late, it was mere infatuation ... love is divine it never demeans you or subjects you to downright, abject humiliation.
Well, I didn't have the patience for divinity!
You know, I was still pubescent when I was twenty one!
I begin to explore another side of love - of passion and 'what-the-hell-you-can-call-it-sin'. In rented shacks love infested the undulating terrains of my mind like endless stretch of poppy-blossoms. It was difficult to make out night from day - I preffered to be loved with blinds and lights switched off. I was like a piece of cork bobbing up and down in a canister full of honey.
It was wierd! The more I loved, more I craved - I loved and craved ... I loved and craved ... on and on!
Sometimes I got lucky with love!
On such days, I was devoured by a mate more hungry and desperate (for love). I couldn't hope to hold on to passing time. Time just passed like a sprinter hell bent on breaking the sound barried - wind-aided or not. I would beg and plead, but such are the ways of the world.
I understood.
Love ...
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