Love Bites

You are hurting me

With your insensitivity

Don’t, I am not a thing to be locked in

I have done no sin

I have wings and want to fly

They are strong but I ain't sly

Come, I want to take you with me

Together in this world we will be

See through my eyes

And you will hear no cries

Know, Happiness will be your start

If you don’t close your heart

Don’t bind me so much

You just gotta show some trust

Baby, I am here with you

And I love you too.

That Thing Called Love

What is Love?

"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossoms had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two." -St. Augustine, 'Captain Corelli's Mandolin'

Warm sunny afternoons and the lazy evenings. Lying side by side on the green grass or a muddy patch or in own homes, beautiful music floating your way, heard by none but you. A scenario right out of the heavens and acted by only ethereal beings. Beings who are in Love.

But before we meet 'the' right one, we always bump into a few wrong ones. They are the ones who trample upon your self esteem in the name of caring and a few who do not show enough caring in the name of giving you space. Then there are those who shatter your heart because they cannot handle it delicately and the ones who never understand and find you either too complicated or simply too boring. We have all been one of these characters at one point of our lives. Maybe with the same person or with various others. Both the tormented and the tormentor.

Making a few wrong choices along the way, however, gives you a new perspective for the right one. And let me add, a whole new level of respect for yourself. Not because you made the 'right' choice but because you had the courage to make 'another' choice everytime you met failure. Because failure isn't important, but the capacity to Love is more important than it. It takes a while before you recognise, accept and slug your life ahead. But when you are ready for the cupid to hit you again, flowers bloom, music flows and you are back floating on pink candy floss.

I have met one of those few rare gems who is a big part of my life and has made me a bigger part of his, not because but despite of me. There are times I love the insane cuddly reactions I receive and other times I am battling it to be more calmer. Love, goes all the way down leaving me warmed on cold winter hours and then goes up chilling me in my mind bringing me unattainable peace. It doesn't mind being lost with me when I need time out from reality and gladly holds my hand to lead when I feel lost. Its this warm fuzzy feeling that I am learning to live and to survive all at the same time. Being in this paradise, I have learnt that sometimes Love is tainted Red filled with infatuation and passion, and intimate moments. And at times it has a soft Pink hue of chocolates and candies, and simply holding hands. Love, my world, my rock.

Ode to Self

The tears fall of my cheeks,
red as wine.
Is it just me or am I bleeding.
Would it hurt, would i scream,
Thoughts; endless.
What do i do now? I ask.
I hear laughter
crackling glasses, threatening thunders.
Noises; within and beyond.
Then, the sweetness of honeycombed fruits.
Is it done already? I ask.

I wake up to a new night,
bright as the moon.
White paleness surround me.
Light; so soothing.
Am I ready for tomorrow? They ask.
I howl
swishing winds, dripping trees
Silence; muted and deafening
Then, the gentle caress of a new world.
Are you ready for me? I ask.

The Avalanche of Time

The golden moments in the stream of life rush past us, and we see nothing but sand; the angels come to visit us, and we only know them when they are gone, said George Eliot, the English novelist and one of the leading writers of the Victorian era.

Time simply gushes in seldom giving an inch to be anything else but what is to be. For us to just breathe. We live at the mercy of Time. Heartaches and Happiness', joys and tragedies are entangled with the process of the journey and all the emotions appear and leave with the permission of Lady Time. I call her a Lady because it has always been the prerogative of the female of the species to not know where they are rushing and yet find it extremely important. But then our Lady here is not so vain; she knows where she is traveling. She spreads her wings and sometimes flies with her flow trailing behind her. Will she take us by her side and fly? Will she tell us her stories? No. What she does is puts us on the canvass that is her trailing flow for us to see her voyage making us a part of it forever.

Lady Time gives us a glimpse of her world through the momentous experiences in ours. She goes on forever taking us along with her to some unknown, some dark and dangerous, and some delightfully colourful places. Sometimes I wish for her to stop and let me savour this moment and not be the Rabbit of Alice in Wonderland. And just sometimes she listens and quietly smiles to leave behind 'my' piece of Time. I take a vacation from everything in life to find solace within. She loves to be embraced, to be romanced with and paid attention to. She would harbor you, fan your dreams never letting the worms of doubt be your friends. She will give you the wisdom to find your purpose and choose your friends. She will not yield until you give your best and will coax you in believing your potential when you are in doubt. She is known to be a hard task master imparting harsher lessons and yet is gentle like a mother's loving gaze.

Greg Hickman remarked that 'It is time to break through the barriers that have held you back and held you down for such a long time. It is time to reach out and indelibly etch your place in history'. Only a woman like her will allow you to break her boundaries and move beyond your own shallowness. Will you deny her that exciting finish? Or will you doubt her and yourself? She loathes such obstacles in her way, because her way is your way and you are not building the bridge to go over them or seeking a way around but stopping to admire the tiny crackes that it brings when you go ramming yourself into it. Time wants you to move on and grow to prosper and not sit with your back to her. She will not tolerate such insolence and leave you behind to be forgotten in that stopped lifeless picture. Because where Time moves is where you will see the ripples of activity and life.

With all the wondrous of the world, Time is then God and if God made man in his image...then really it would be 'her' image. Call me a feminist but it is the woman of the house who wears her heart on the sleeve, she takes the cuts and bruises and turns them into wonderful war stories. It is her that bothers when none will and it is her that gives a house its own warm fuzzy feeling. With her permission, I salute and respect Time for all the lessons she has imparted and the many more yet to come. And with that I realise that Life will follow the Time that is 'ours' and she will take us to places we never knew. We just need to look around, enjoy and live the moment to move on to another one. Time stops for none.