Tempest of emotions churning inside the stomach.
Unbearable pain which fails to subside.
Huge void which gets deeper everyday.
The absence of feelings arise.
Continuous pining for missing aura.
Dwelling within swollen heart.
Thoughts haunting like ghosts.
Clinging like vines.
Waiting for return.
Hiding behind mountains of words,
Or dams of silence,
Outbursts of emotions.
Harbouring the electric energy,
Dangerous for sure,
Mend the cracks,
Can eyes capture beauty? Can beauty be beheld?
Is beauty a joy for ever? Even for the beholder?
Does one mean everything, for The One, for the rest of their lives?
Do promises hold their ground, do they survive?
Can love stand the test of time? Can time really fly?
Can love be summarized? Or is it just glorified?
Can time heal all wounds? Can wounds not leave scars?
Not leave any hint of pain? Inflicted through egoistical disdain?
Does love mean the whole world for us? Does it grow roots?
Does it make one grow fonder? Or compiling years make it wander?
Do lives get entwined with each other? Do two hearts beat as one?
Do souls find their mates for ever? Do they exist always together?
To each his own, answers to questions vexed.
Everyone’s idea of love, differs from the next.
What matters most is the experience of love.
Either momentarily or for eternity.
Love heals broken hearts and souls, back to whole.
Answers to all our questions are buried deep within us.
Dig a little deeper and they shall find us.
We don’t find them for we are dishonest with ourselves.
Let honesty do the searching and they shall find us.
Questions don’t arise for we expect answers from others.
They are directed towards others for we are afraid of answering them.
Let integrity do the questioning and the answers shall find us.
Like the air, invisible, untouchable but paramount to life.
An emotion, a void filled, completeness, paramount to happiness.
A feeling, a whisper, a simple touch, paramount to survival.
A fantasy, an imagination, a dream, paramount to ambition.
Family, friends, a society, paramount to continuation.
Celebrations, festivals, customs, paramount to joy.
Like a soul within a body, otherwise just muscles, bones, blood and nerves.
Love is paramount to existence.
Trust is the essence of a strong mutual bond. Everyone has their own perception of trust. It is difficult to understand and estimate it. The sanctity of a relationship can be easily compromised if there is slightest of breach in trust.
It is not a constant, it is a random variable. The value keeps changing with each action. The action could be the slightest of change in the whole equation.
Trust is also not a bank account where one keeps getting interest on it once it is earned and deposited. The Principal has to be maintained otherwise it keeps fluctuating.
It is like hard earned income, very hard to earn but easily spent or lost if one is not handling it judiciously. One needs to earn it, save it, invest in it, cherish it and finally enjoy it.