Great things have been written about love, wonderful movies have been
made glorifying love, masterly art-pieces have been built exhibiting
love; its one terrific emotion surpassing all other emotions but then...
why, why
love someone??
Why do i love my mother??
Why do i love my mother??
Because she loves me , she is the only one who
would cater to my mean behaviour, not complain even if I don't touch a
morsel of the food she has cooked, skillfully save me from dad's tough
and heavy questions.
Why do i love my friend??
Why do i love my friend??
Because she writes my assignments, does my
home work, she is always ready to accompany me for my stupid shopping
and movie endeavours, she is ready to take in my anger and ego at one
moment and still smile at me in the other moment; most importantly she
loves me.
I always find 100's of reasons to love the subject I am loving let it be my best friend, my sister, my dog, my books, my diary- but why??
There was this one time I was on the other side , I had a reason to love but the love was not reciprocated with the absolute intensity it should have been. I was more engulfed with the mist of visual tension than harmony. I wanted to tower above myslef and my emotion but I was as helpless as a mouse in a trap; the trap here being love. It had sunk within me.
I was associating love with grief, anxiety, doubt, fear, envy, jealousy; it was showing me hell where I wanted to see heaven. It did not take much time but it had done considerable harm by the time realisation dawned..
I always find 100's of reasons to love the subject I am loving let it be my best friend, my sister, my dog, my books, my diary- but why??
There was this one time I was on the other side , I had a reason to love but the love was not reciprocated with the absolute intensity it should have been. I was more engulfed with the mist of visual tension than harmony. I wanted to tower above myslef and my emotion but I was as helpless as a mouse in a trap; the trap here being love. It had sunk within me.
I was associating love with grief, anxiety, doubt, fear, envy, jealousy; it was showing me hell where I wanted to see heaven. It did not take much time but it had done considerable harm by the time realisation dawned..
I started to question myself. Do I have that miniature and immature a heart that is
always on a rampant search to find selfish reasons to love? The
mellifluous voice of the heart was turning melancholic. It wanted to
love unconditionally, selflessly without any wish, demand, expectation. I
wanted to take in all negative thoughts, be resilient and be that vast
source of care, affection and love. I wanted to shun the desire within
my heart to be loved in return.
I wanted love to remain only pure love not mixed with any myriad emotions. I wanted to live upto the true meaning of it as all people madly in love describe it to be , not let any love go unrequited.
I wanted love to remain only pure love not mixed with any myriad emotions. I wanted to live upto the true meaning of it as all people madly in love describe it to be , not let any love go unrequited.
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