Reluctance

There is a strange reluctance on the part of most people to admit that they enjoy life.And this is a fact.People want to be happy...want to enjoy...want to make the most out of life.Still they do not want to realize that it is possible they are happy in the very moment.That they can possibly already be enjoying life.People relish in their pessimism. To think that they are sad.Mere toys in the hand of fate..In the hopes of a better, brighter future they tend to forget the liveliness of the present,the beauty that the present holds and the immense potential of happiness with which the present strives to catch their attention.It is not until the present ceases to be the present,that is ..not unless it becomes the past that they perceive its beauty in the sense of nostalgia.

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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Desire

With so much of love in me

For the beauty that you are

O cold, unfeeling death

You are so near

Your presence so felt

In everything around me

And yet so unreachable you are

In this perennial attempt

To reach you

What will come out...

Of our union

Out of your cold grasp

Over my arms

Out of your steel look

Over my self

Out of your icy kiss

On my cheek

The metal shines

The sharpness grinds

With all the grandeur

The shine finally makes

Its mark

On my desire 

To be yours forever...

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Rumination

 I am trying hard. I am sincerely trying my best.This is what I told him. He didn't believe me. I didn't believe in me too. I am still thinking about that. How does it feel when you find someone who knows you - in and out ? When you feel you can't hide anything from him. When you are surprised to see that he can explain you better than yourself. How do you feel when you see your ' self ' in his eyes? Just as a doctor, he understands your ailment even before you complete describing your symptoms.For me, its like constantly standing infront of a mirror or having two selves.Something which you can never evade. Just as you can elude the whole world but can't elude your own self...To me, he meant that. How could I make him believe something that I couldn't believe in myself?

.......to be continued

Beauty

Beauty can never be defined, as the beauty of beauty lies in its essentially limitless nature... The feeling of no boundary leaves a kind of eternity with the idea of beauty.The feeling of never-never-ending..This may even account for the sacredness or the feeling of divinity associated with something that is beautiful.

Impression

We had been together
As birds of a flock
We had been close
As board to a chalk
We had shared
As friends in deed
We had been complete
As the hours on a clock
We had been us

For a while i stood still
Flashes of you moving
All over around me
Could i still say that
What was left of you
Was just an impression?

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The Music of Love

I heard my name

Being called out

A thousand times

Or thousands more

But never did it sound

So divine, so special

As it did when it came

From your lips

I saw me seen

By everyone around

Numerous times

Or numerous more

But never did it look

So sublime,yet so real

As it did when it came

From your eyes

I thought often

They needed me

Often when they

Said that they did

But never did i feel

So requited,so wanted

As when the truth in you

Reached me within.... 

To create the music called love

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