….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 !
