Monday, April 23, 2012

Living with "LOVE”


                                                  

No matter whether u are a theist or an atheist, believed in science of evolution or the story of ‘Adam-Eve’, the Love peeps and pops out with alacrity taking a substantial stand.
Che Guevara says true revolutionary is guided by great feelings of love.
The same with the case of the Evolution. Animals neither need roses nor cards. But they do Love . As all roads lead Rome, all types of people end up at loving someone. Sometime.
As told love can be blind, dumb or deaf.


An intellectual Love arises with a gush of words, thoughts. It might deal with literature, poetry, philosophy and psychology. Talking about their last night’s dream of a first kiss, where as the guy comes up with Freud and his interpretation of the dreams that, the action was been expected, making the sub-conscious mind seeding the kiss scene. Whether they meet at Costa to debate on the Politics or Hang out in a beach with different books, it’s all Love.  Listening to Mozart or Vivaldi or some classical Hindustani music, watching a old Goldie Casablanca it’s all Love.    


A Fancy Love, with periodical tons gifts, loads of letters and cards, hang outs at cafes, eyes speaking volumes (without any ‘volume’ :P ( so-called ) ), moonlights or candle lights, strolls in rain, it’s all Love. Daily phone calls and hourly texts which can finally end up in pain, going in vain or striking success preceding with a marriage. It’s a wonderful life, singing in rain and reading Eric Segal’s Love Story, with clasped arms.    


There are also many unsophisticated, or better to tell as a not pre-defined form of Love, or an unrefined form or which do not sound good . There are many couples in many areas of the world, where the man comes back home drunk and beats his wife, and falls asleep getting tired, where she ends up unlacing his shoes and blanketing him. Reality sounds tough, but exists though.


English has just one inadequate word to denote all these different emotions- these bonding, affectionate, needy, nurturing, passionate, painful, desiring, dependent, caring, ecstatic, erotic, romantic emotions and the kinds of relationships that involve them.



The so-called definitions of love, on these social networking sites tell “Love is Trust.”

Love is a concoction of Jealous, suspecting, insecure and a demanding feeling which flutters with many expectations and disappointments.

All the forms of so-called love literature, all the forms of these fancy love quotes can help you while you are in Love, but those times when it breaks your heart, tears rolling down your cheeks , do touch ground.
Love is like seasons. It comes and goes. But I am just a human, no matter of my hormones Dopamines, Serotonins and Oxytocins ( :P) the Sun every day rises on east and the sets on west.  


-Ram.


Sunday, February 12, 2012

PreciouS AsheS




In the past days of ours
Thy eyes searching places,
Halting at mine.
Days pass on
While those eyes
Spoke volumes.
Felt your presence
By the warmth
Of your breath.
Felt your pulse
From those clasped arms.

In the times of low
As my childhood teddy,
Your hug awaits, no matter how Nerdy
I was.
In the times of Joy,
Those giggles and goosebumps
Gave us the
Happiness of Napoleon’s Triumphs.
 All those special words on cards
Those emotions tied to
every knots of
those gift packs.

Past days gone Fast.

Comes a time
When those eyes
Turn black and blank.
Veiled in tears
Rolling down pearls.
Comes a time
When those
Priceless presents
Get piled up
Set with fire
Turns into a heap
Of Precious Ashes.
Gone those keepsakes
With the wind.
Few mornings with mournings

Again comes a time.............
when......

-Ram.

Saturday, January 28, 2012

LOW




When 'you' were loW
Everything seems high,
Fine with a shine.
Thoughts creep everywhere
Hope drops.
Heart peeps out for a
company.
Hand tends to get locked
in someone’s.
Shrinken bosom
Awaits a Hug.
Legs loose their ground.
Confidence leaning,
Making you relying.
Tears sealed in
Egoistic cocoon bursts.
Rolling down on cheeks.
Comes a Time
When the black ink,
In the dead pot
Gets life out of the Blue,
Falling onto white sheets
Penning down
all those
Clouds of emotions

Realising,

Life is all in your Hands
Right in front of you,
Spreading the plain sheets
Making mosaic of poetic Clusters. 

-Ram.