Monday, September 17, 2007

Love, Pain, Devotion, Fear, etc...

I have gone through all the stages of love (pain, devotion, love, lust, fear, etc…) and I finally come to an end. It may not be as I planned it; but that’s love, unpredictable.

You are the end of a path that I took, because you showed it to me. You just told me “go that way” and I went and I found you. Just the funny ways of love. No, it might not be the right anything, but I love you. See, when I took mi first step, you had just saved me from my past. I followed the path and I found what I thought was true love; it wasn’t. I don’t know what it was, but not love, I wasn’t truly in love. It was just a shadow. Then I ended up going all along the crooked way. I fell for sin, I fell for what I will always fall .I almost touched the bottom, I almost fell to the well, I almost sealed my fate. But there were you agian, showing me the way.

And I found that I loved you. I saw me trying to stop you from leaving, I saw you there by my side, playing like little kids, I saw our game and I understood it. You took my heart that day, you took it. I didn’t know then, but you did. All I knew back then was that I felt something for you, but it never occured to me it was love. now I know.

So one evening I found my self loving you madly. You were in my dreams, you were in my eyes when I woke up. Every word we shared, every laugh, every tear, it was, and it is gold to me. But how was I going to tell you. See, I know I am the son and the heir of a shyness that is criminaly vulgar. I have always known. And you, the godess, the light. I kept the feelings for me. I wrote to you, I shouted that I loved someone, but I never said whom. But now you know. I know you know.

And, well, you know what I told you, you know what I feel. And it was beautifuly arrenged by the cosmic simphony. I know there could have been better ways, but not more beautiful. And still I dare not write your name. But I’m confident you know that I love you. And maybe you have stolen too many hours of sleep and work. Maybe you have stolen too many words of love. I don’t care. I love it when you do it. I love your just you, I love all the things that you are.

And here it is, just love, still seems kind of impossible. Pure, bigger than this universe, just love. All kinds of love, love of everykind. It is better than a dream. Or maybe it is a dream come true. You see, because you told me you love me. That is greater than heaven. Even if you do it only once.

I am a fire bird, and I’m bidding you to run free, to do whatever you want to do. I’ll be there, right beneath the stars, waiting for you. It is funny, I thought I could never shout to the world that I love you and here I am not doing it, just telling the world that I love. And once the beautiful eyes of you have gone through this, the rest of the world won’t matter. So world, be fast, be quick, you’ll never know when she’ll get here, when you will stop spinning.

I love you, I guess I have told you many times, but I love you. Wait, just one more time today. I love you.

Tuesday, September 04, 2007

Frstated Monday Morning...

For most of us, our days often start with the regular snooze of cribbing sessions, days when you crib about your personal, professional & social life and everything else you can possibly think of. It was one of those days...my day begun with the irritating sound of the alarm pushing me right off the bed. I had overslept and was already late for work. My house was in a mess, the maid hadn't turned up, I could not find my favorite black shirt that I had to wear for some strange reason and I was having a bad hair day...

It was a frosty Monday morning and I was stuck in a huge traffic Jam. A feeling of frustration, depression and irritation had crept within me. Everything around me bothered me...the sound of the honking cars, the chilly breeze blowing across my face and the ugly green shirt I was wearing...

My thoughts were disturbed and my cribbing session disrupted when a young girl walked up to my scootret. Though I tried to shoo her away, she stayed, trying hard to remove the frost, stuck to my windows. She would have been of six or seven years of age and her hair was tied up in a clumsy bun. She wore a torn, brown frock and from what she wore, it looked as though she didn't realize that winters were still not over... She looked pale...but a tinge of colour was added by her smile.

Her eyes had a strange depth in them, a depth that disturbed me. The signal had changed to green. The sound of engine and horns from the vehicle brought me back. The noise scared her a little too...She jumped back to the pavement...back to her friends...her smile remained...I looked back and she waved at me, her smile remained refusing to fade away...

I got back to work...thinking about the little girl I had met a few minutes ago and going through my regular doze of mails...I could hear someone fighting for an edit bay...and somebody else screaming that their computer had just crashed...