And they say love is a brutal feeling

….if this cannot, then I don’t know what can.

If this isn’t then I don’t know what is.

If these aren’t emotions, then why do tears roll

If you are not the one who else is.

If we have come this far, why aren’t we moving further on

If you don’t feel all of it as much, I still will never complain

If I can’t see god through this, how can I see him at all

And they say love is a brutal feeling,

how I still wish to be only and only in love!

Love -

Be careful what you wish for, if you wish for true love, I caution you!

Since am going to help you see a version of love post which you will have appreciation for every mundane opinion about this emotion and then all you would want is to be caressed by your love. And sad-fully in the end nothing else matters, not even the said emotion per-say. But by then you are in love and then there’s no turning back, whatsoever!

After all these years of being a savvy and more-so pragmatic personalities, there came a time in these individuals life wherein they found love. Or must I say they found a companion to hold conversations. They found each other, they heard the unsaid and above all simply understood the said. While they both lived a life with inmates who could never hear the said, leave aside the unsaid, yet they loved them too.

What is life but for conversations, isn’t it? I’ve always said that, but then I met these two souls how lived this definition of life. Yes the simple definition of life according to me is conversations. Life is nothing but amalgamation of conversations. Imagine a life without conversations, and now imagine your life without love in it. They both had such a life, one without love and moreover they had no one to hold a conversation with. Then on a Monday the star rose and they start having a conversation, just a dialogue with this other self of theirs. At that point one of them knew exactly where was this heading and what was lined up next, remember I did caution you too at the very beginning of this mythical story of mine. And the another also knew the outcome precisely, for everyone in the world but for herself. Since at that point in time she did not ever held a conversations with her own self, how hollow is that?

If you have a question where is love in conversations? Then let me ask in return, is there any form of love that prevails without conversations? If only the sane takes a pause to hear, even insanity talks.

Then came a time, not much longer than you are imagining, when conversations of pleasantry gestures got extended to understanding personalities through their mere being. At time you can tell what a man is made up of by the way he makes a way for another, yes? In just about the same way, talks continued between two life but now through observation of each other’s being and conduct. She would see him talk to a bird and he would see her talk but to no one, and they speak to this day through this mode. Just that now he talks, but to no one and she is silenced, but talks. Don’t underestimate the power of sight when you are in love. They were in deep love, you are in deep love too. He would see her walk the crowded streets lost in thoughts that would get penned by the night, and she would see him smile through his frown which would get never read by anyone but her. Through all this and more conversations continue. And you still read conversations as not being in love, hmm!

If talking through words and sight was not enough, they now started talking through touch. Yes they never did touch each other, until they realized they could talk even through a touch. He had seen crimson moon never so shy as she was that night, and she who was in love, had never experienced a touch like his. They took strides under that moonlight saying no words but did talk for long. Everything was said when he stroked her hair and she hesitantly held his hand. Even the silence was loud when they kissed, but it felt calm within. They would talk even when their lips were locked, they would talk every time a warm hug passed softness from one to another. For hours they would talk, again not in words but through the touch of their foot while seated against one-another. They would talk through the air that played the role of an obstacle, while they keenly looked into each other’s twinkling eyes. How still was a talk when she passed him her drink through her pair of lips and how rippling was a talk when he brashly abandoned her from talking for a few nights. Yet through all this and more, all they did was held conversations. And you still read conversations, as conversations, hmm!

They never lived along, they never were tied in the bondages that society defines, but to this day they are in a conversation that has lasted long enough that it is now termed love by them and also by masses. They care for another’s wellbeing while they crave for another’s touch. Circumstances separated them back then and now the shores do, but neither then or nor now they shy away from telling ‘I love you’. They crafted a relationship from a conversation while they live in a relationship that lacks one. Their want for each other is subject of an artist, their desire to unite is like faith of an atheist, their modest ask for a talk is like cry of anarchist, their urge to you is like plea of a soul that is on its way out but there is still a bit of life stuck in it and their love after all is what religion is for a priest. Such are they both, who did nothing but held conversations and continue to do.

So the question is, are conversations so integral to a relationship or does relationship supersedes even while there is lack of conversation in it? While I know the answer for myself, I’ll let you find yours.

…if this isn’t where I want to go, why do I continue to walk

If this is the pain I can endure, then why seek pleasure at all

If you are not yourself, then is it worth to be in love

If this is what love is, why say even more

If these aren’t viewed as phases of life, continue dreaming on

If you could hear, there was no need for anything to be told

And they say love is a brutal feeling,

how I still wish to be only and only in love!

Kunal ! 

Being High!

If you are high on drugs, are you really high?

You could be high even when you simply cry

or on gulps of flavors that were originally not meant to try

One can get high from fragrance of dead roses that are withered and dry

hours of efforts cannot, may be a glance can

years of association cannot, may be a touch can

You could be conditional and perceive being high

or you can be unconditional and experience The high

Close your eyes, there is then a darkness,

then there is darkness when your eyes are wide awake,

you can be high in either only if you don’t use any as alibi

If you are high on drugs, are you really high?

You can be with your partners in crime and try to be high

you can be high in isolation and challenge masses by your smile

You can be the face and the mighty, it brings you a high

but for world when you cease to exist, will you experience similar high!

Be the adolescent pupil and yet the reason for legendry masters high

its then the innocence and not the arrogance causing high

You can be the reason for someone’s high

if only you can naturally be high for someone

You can be artlessly high when you get a touch and rub on your thigh

or you can be high in this very persons absence while the years are going by

If you are high on drugs, are you really high?

Your presence can be that which creates high

if only your absence was never a reason for someone’s high

You can ruffle societies and continue to enjoy its perils and highs

or you can simply calm your soul and surrender to its highs

It’s not the candid unfaithful that hurts, the pretentious faithful who does

learn to get high on the truth that is beneath every lie

There’s drama which is not for real and then there are artists who are

getting high on the drama is a drama, in times get high on the artist for real

If you are not high on yourself, might as well you should one day try

If you are high on drugs, are you really high?

Cheers,

Kunal!

P.S. Sometimes time is not the healer but timing of the situation is