Legacy of Love…

Sharper than swords and spears,

are the arrows of love!

There is no one as cruel as love,

This malady no physician can cure,

There is no peace,not for a moment;

So intense is the pain of separation...

Truly speaking….

Transcribed from Sharin’s blog……..sometimes a picture says it all…..

Mending Gaps…

So today I decieded to let go…..of something,someone…..of times spend together….it’s like life starting a new life….hopefully will be able to fully start over….and be able to simply swap one love for another.

Maybe I should do this exactly.I certainly want to,quite desperately for myself more than anyone,anything else.There is no point in hankering after the happenings of my previous life.This is what they have been reduced to now….a memory.One of the warmest,most tender memory…..but this is from a life that is gone…..Floating out of my grasp,smiling and winking,ready to burst if I attempted to reacapture.It is true,that they appear at all the worst moments,despite my good intentions like wanting to be assured whether I am ready to move on or not…..

I truly want to believe I have a principle and all the heroism of principle.But I know I owe it to myself to put all of my energies into this new life I’ve embarked upon.I need to put down roots and attempt to survive,whatever it takes….

And certainly there is no place for the yearnings that arise from distant places…..too distant to even know off…….where the coloumns are still being tallied and the dues not yet paid…..

Lost in Translation…

Sometimes I think I have suffered enough…..not at the hands of misery(hopefully that too…) but of being misunderstood and being misquoted.So many times, thought of penning down my thoughts in the finer moments of life but apparently I am at my best during the testing times…As I turn into an apostate of the fact that nothing is straight….because no matter how hard anyone must have tried to set the record straight…..the actual meaning is indeed “lost in translation” by those with the dogmatic views.In the opera of life,where drama and tension dominate every scene of every act,sometimes giving or trying the best just dosen’t seem enough…because the lone soul is not alone…..there is company.So what if the whole show went topsy-turvy just because someone forgot their lines?…. should it be declared a failure or was it the dissonance?……At this point the critics suggests……….select the best scene and rewind it whenever…….but I say….the best ones were fragments of my illusion,that alone I created,that alone I own,that are not for sharing…………but what are left,now up for sale or for any taker…..are the fragements with morose thoughts that reek of carelessness,derision.