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.

"I Love You, not just for what You are but also for what I am when I'm with You."

He makes me feel I’m important, highly talented, brilliant, and of course, THE exception. He makes me feel I’m on top of the world and he’s right beside me. He makes me feel I can do things and I can do them well. He makes me feel confident about myself. He makes me feel I AM MYSELF.

And I love the way he makes me feel this way. More importantly, I love the way he makes me fall in love with myself!!

On Independence Day

We had a "Value Education" class during our school days up to the Eighth grade. We had to maintain a 100 pages notebook, all decorated and filled with preachy text. Come August, and "Independence Day" for a synecdoche on Patriotism, would be a usual topic to fill in with more preachy text and a couple of tricolour stamp-size flags and pictures showing a fluttering piece of cloth attached to a long wooden cane clutched in the hands of a Too-Cute-To-Be-True kid. And I wondered why they never thought that making cartoon characters like Mickey mouse clutch the tricolour in their hands, instead of pink-cheeked, frock or half-pant clad kiddos might actually help rise the sales of such stickers.

Independence Day, thus, for me, meant a combination of the above, a national holiday, singing and hearing loudspeakers and TV programmes playing patriotic songs throughout the day and watching the common tricolour pinned on most chests.

It was a day when everyone seemed to have oiled their patriotic lamps and fought the War of Independence along with Lal Bahadur Shastri and Lokmanya Tilak. It was a day when you could finally use that full-white ensemble and a saffron duppata and be appreciated for it. It was also a day I could show off my marching skills. And lastly, a day that reminded me of the current presence of the month of August, and the upcoming Raksha Bandhan.

Although I loved patriotic songs, especially the "Ae mere pyaare watan" single by Mannade, the National Anthem tune and the white ensembles; the parades and the march-pasts, the lamp burning below the India Gate, the national holiday and the chocolates distributed on account of it, I could hardly be considered "Patriotic".

For me, Indians usually got "Patriotism" confused with "Religious Fanaticism" and "Race". I preferred tagging myself as a "World Citizen".

But hey! Independence Day also meant something deeper to my Artistic, Philosophical and Poetic side. Though not patriotism, I considered Independence Day to be a celebration of one's own Independence. Independence on an individual scale. Independence, as what it actually meant to ME, and to YOU.

Independence, for me, meant Breaking free of all bonds, leaving one phase and entering the other phase of life; Being self-sufficient, content and the Master of your own decisions and dreams.

And I'm quite sure, India as a whole would also have thought of Independence as more or less, the same, on the eve of the midnight of 1947.

You see, I can also read History textbooks and remember important dates.

So here's wishing you, one and all, a Happy Independence Day. Just remember, If you were moved enough by this article, Independence on an individual basis is what actually the Independence of the entire nation thrives on.