Monday, December 12, 2011

Unlove

It all started with a glance
A simple glance, a short one
That's how i feel it did
Days passed on with
The unwrapping of selves
Each day bringing me closer
To what i found in him
In every passing moment

He was so full of life
Better to be called life itself
The whole world moved
In an orbit around him
My soul making infinite circles
Around his heavenly self
I thought i knew him better
In there somewhere

Circles of time
Of his and mine
Met and intersected
To move faraway
Asking me to move
To Unlearn, Unlive and Unlove




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14 comments:

Shiv said...

so much negativity in emotions hurt real deep enough

jnana said...

can we wrap our selves
Can we un-circle
Can we un-intersect the being we love to unlove it again..........very simple and touching

Bubblyemotions said...

hey shiv, thanks for the comment.ur comment made me rethink the lines.what do you find negative?the unrequited love or the rejection of that love?do share your views again.

Bubblyemotions said...

Thanks Jnana ji...seemed you liked the poem
yes...these can b the probable questions that the poem asks...

Anonymous said...

but why did u possibly need to unlearn unlive and unlove

Bubblyemotions said...

hey anonymous..thanks for your comment
no...this poem need not be the expression of my personal life...its just a creative media
nevertheless we at some point of time are asked to do these...unlive,unlearn or unlove..aren't we?

Anonymous said...

the tears u shed and the smiles u spread,as u loved and being loved,
pains u took and joy u gave,as u loved and being loved,
ungive and untake and think a while
before u unlove,uncry each drop and unsmile.

Bubblyemotions said...

hey anonymous...dont know who you are
but must say you have a beautiful sense of rhyme...loved your lines
thanks for your comment
thanks for the beautiful lines

Anonymous said...

love is something like eternal feeling, it can never demand anything, but why is it that anything that turns out to be so beautiful is remembered has a ugly ending to remember and is famous.
if the love is what it is really then there is no need to unlove, coz it stays as an eternal feeling, no need to unlive to unlove and most importantly there is no need to unlearn since love is never learned but experienced to the deepest corner of heart.

Bubblyemotions said...

thanks for your comment anonymous.
yes the eternality of love can never be questioned.just as shakespeare once said
'Let me not to the marriage of true minds

Admit impediments. Love is not love

Which alters when it alteration finds,

Or bends with the remover to remove:

O no! it is an ever-fixed mark

That looks on tempests and is never shaken;

It is the star to every wandering bark,

Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks

Within his bending sickle's compass come:

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,

But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

If this be error and upon me proved,

I never writ, nor no man ever loved.'

But it is not love that wants to be unloved, unlived or unlearnt.It is the cruelties of time which demands these.Love stays indomitable in the hearts if it is true despite all, and if it does not it is not true love at all....

Anonymous said...

one can never keep expectations in love
if you love someone, you have to let it free
If it comes back, it was meant to
If it doesnt, it was never yours
Its easy to get lost.The time, the cruelty of it, the ppl, ought to renew a man's faith, but only a true relation that holds no expectations, like between two best friends, never demands to stay or demands to leave, giving the word LOVE its eternal meaning

Bubblyemotions said...

@anonymous...seems like you have internalised the eternity that the feeling of love brings..well said!Thats how love sounds to me..

Satyabrata said...

to unlearn, to unlive and to unlove..not only in love but essentially they are the whole point of growing up and living a life.

Bubblyemotions said...

@satyabrata..yes it is a part of life....a very significant one infact.

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