The rare occasion where I felt gratitude towards people

I had this feeling not long ago.

For those whom I'm really close to, it must be quite a tough job at times, to bear with me. To love me, would be really hectic. My mood swings, my occasional vulnerability, my great expectations, my practice and tendency of creating pedestals; don't exactly count as what you'd call 'pleasant to cope up with'.

And yet, and yet, these are the people in my life who accept it. These are the people in my life who accept me for everything I am, for the great amount of expectations and 'obligations' that I set up for them. And they also seem to try their best to remain on those pedestals.

What a tendency, this is of mine!

I sure am unreasonable.

But, there's one among those people I feel close to, who loves unreasonable people. And, I love him.

Of The Most Simply Sophisticated Language Of The Souls

Love... at first glimpse seems to be elixir. Later on, it turns into nectar and then, much later, it turns into water. In simple words, there is the heavenly tint during the novelty period in love, which changes into an earthly divine liquid and then, finally turns into what appears to be the most common, and yet, the most important thing for sustenance.

Love is beautiful, love is eternal, love is each one's perception. Since life and the universe, in themselves, are the mere perceptions of the human mind, why would Love be any different?

Love is affection, concern, protection, bits of possession and obsession, passion and of course, the most loyal muse of artists, poets and writers since a long way back. Love should be pure, and undiluted; but then, we mix chocolate with milk and coffee with chocolate. Yet, Love in itself, appears to be the purest emotion, the purest feeling.

And what is Love, to me?

For a long time, I had this prejudice with me, that 'Love' was the feeling of concern, of respect and trust; that 'True Love' and 'Eternal Love' were only mere idiomatic phrases used in Shakespearean novels and plays; that, since nothing in life is permanent, how and why should Love be an exception?

And then, I realized, Love, for me, is what I perceive and believe it to be. If I believe love to be eternal and true, and as something that is forever present in my soul, my belief doesn't betray me. One's beliefs, one's perceptions, do not actually deceive one.

Does all that make sense?


Love is the most simply sophisticated language of the souls, after all.

Shakespearean Patience

'Tis true I've ne'er felt so strongly for any person living.

'Tis true if 'tis Love that I'm experiencing, 'tis the purest and the most fulfilling gift Thou could ever gift my barren soul.

And if 'tis Love that needs to go through tests of Patience, I promise Thee that my love would never recede. Resembling to the white orb of a moon that peeks 'tis mighty head during nights, my love would keep peeking patiently. Resembling to the infinitely stretching blue blanket of a star-studded sky, my love would keep increasing.

I shall ne'er tire of loving Thee, of caring for Thee, of missing Thee; For Thou art my Heavenly blessing. Thou art the most beautiful creation ever created by the Almighty. Thou art, last, but not the least My Knight In Shining Armour.

And Aye, I have the knowledge with myself, that Thou shalt be ever present. All I need to do, is close my eyes.