aching pleasure..

About this one, am really not sure that today is the right time to let these utterances out, but somehow am just helpless and can't keep them locked inside anymore...

 

Don’t precisely know when this thought sprouted in my silly mind, but sprout it did nevertheless and alike its predecessors it refused to oblige the poor me n continued bugging me till the previous moment. And in the light of the fact that I’m utterly useless in shrugging off the musings of my ever chirping mind here I’m, yet again giving in... Don’t know tris, when will I actually learn to say a NO n more importantly in a voice that convey that I mean it, loud n clear, gawd...

The bug of the hour is another peculiar thought, that it’s pretty strange about love that no matter for how long or short you have it in your life-it’s always too precious n darn too painful... it’s kind of a strange cycle of sorts, in early days it’s too precious to let go without taking your chances at it n too painful to believe too deep in one glance... then it becomes too precious for now you are someone’s very life n too painful because that someone too is your life... and then towards the end its too precious to just let go for once n all n still too painful to continue holding on for there isn’t much left but a fading shadow...

You know love, love is both precious n painful in its arrival, departure n the very existence... and this just doesn’t seem to make any sense, no matter from which angle you try n see it. See till the time you are in love or more precisely you have this feeling of being in love, nothing in this whole big world can mar you happiness... everything turns beautiful... life is just perfect... And what more you are on cloud nine, in fact beyond that when your love is reciprocated... all that stops you from flying away is lack of wings... you need nothing more from the world n your life... And as the magic seeps out, so does your life... in that one moment when you feeling acknowledge that love has left you, the whole world seems to cave into you... and all you want is nothing but roll over n be...

You know it’s not strange that love is edgy, for so are all other of our feelings. But what sets love apart is that it not just takes you to the very edge of the cliff, it pushes you over that cliff, where either you fly or you die... And you know what’s equally strange is the way we piece by piece pick up our broken heart, at times even our soul and start our life again with a resolve that we won’t do anything with love again, ever. And then we bump into someone who makes us catch our breath n there we start all over again... Love manages to over-power just about everything n be itself-the magical, mystical being... no matter what, no matter how, no matter when or no matter why...

-neh..