Love is just a four letter word,
but defines so much.
It makes one realize devotion, joy and sacrifice.
Guess no one could ever run away from it,
no matter where one went,
Love would find him/her.
Love in it's different forms of motherly, sisterly, brotherly, parents, lovers, friends, philosophers, guides and godly has its own nature and uniqueness, still has a common base of feeling.
I want to serve the world and spread the happiness and love I receive from each of these relationships.
I want this small seed to grow into a sapling and then into a mature tree.. not just any but which bears fruits.. So that this story passes on from one heart to another till we learn how to love.
Too much commotion and destruction has driven us away from our self.
We have lost sense of credibility and we take pride in ignorance of true being.
We focus harder on the outside world and what people do or don't,
Our shield is not just used to protect ourselves from others but rather from ourselves.
We no longer can look into the mirror and see our reflection;
Even though we see our selves, do we truly see ourselves the way we were, when we were 15.
No worry of the world on our shoulder and no worry of tomorrow.
Today was the only thing that mattered and the zest for life, the love for it grew every day.
By the passage of time, our hearts got cold and numb and we don't feel anything much and definitely don't express emotions of joy, sadness, love anymore.
What we do express and spread is hatred, animosity and jealously.
The billion dollar question is why?
Do we fear being with ourselves so much. Does it drive us crazy to take a peek at our self and acknowledge we have changed and no more recognize our true self?
Do we fear we may pour our hearts out to society, family and our dear ones and what they will think about us. If I express my emotions will people take me for granted.. will I pose as the weak one.
Do we fear we may hurt people along the way.
Do we fear we will have to put our ego away and humble our selves.
Do we think we may loose our identity and merge into people.
Happiness and love are not about I, Me or Mine but about what is that others need at this hour?
Is it my support, my kind word, my quiet friendship; where I sit wait and watch out for them at the shore. (till the storm of troubles and worries fades away and life gets smoother)
Even if it means to wait endlessly and when my friend walks over even if it be centuries apart,
I acknowledge and welcome him/ her with open arms and with a bright smile .(which I always wanted to pass to my friend).
Watch his/ her back when he/ she is in trouble and make sure they know I follow them wherever they go.
No matter what the differences in us may be;
No matter what we may have said in the past;
No matter how much they hurt me;
I'm still going to be there and watch out for them to help them when the need be.
Realize their pain and understand what they do and why coz they have pain and remorse in their heart.
I shall not leave you to be alone when you need me the most;
No matter what you say I stick by you and shall protect you.
What a world I believe we can predict of joy and laughter and every child, young and old smile each day,
Much happiness even though the riches of the material world may be disdain,
Each man rejoices being alive!!!
Like the sun sets and the stars begin to rise, I feel the silence in my heart…….. Sitting alone by the corner of the house I begin to feel demolished all of a start … As if a new beginning I seek with every phase that passes of the night, And I so remember the loved ones close to my heart.. Not telling them a word and not being able to express what I wish I could have said, I walk away miles apart….. Hoping; they know what unspoken words could mean and what I felt in my heart.. I walk the night in Search of words to tell them that they will always be part (of my life)… And as the night grows and the stars shine brighter I always wish they recognize me with that………. That no matter where I may lay hidden of late .... but will be back to share the path (their life… their sky) I hope I can say a zillion things today but alas my Mind runs a scan of them all, Just like Autumn passes and Spring aborts… and years pass by and we can lay our hands on just on ...
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