Love, creativity and the Universe will always remain a mystery. It has
intrigued theologists, philosophers and mankind, who keep wondering
about it all the time. Love is the tragic influence in our human lives, a
hostile relationship like a drug, in which we cannot control the
hallucinations of desire and hate.
The world is full of suffering lovers who converge easily, but with the
passage of time diverge diagonally and as the sweet music ends- they no
longer want the strings attached to the instruments of their love.The
alchemy of the initial rhythm and mellifluous sweet thoughts that made
them tango disappears in the utter tedium and futility of everyday life.
As the crescendo of the love balled comes crashing down to expire on
the rocks (pun intended) the images remain shattered and totally
desolate. We go on living in quiet desperation even though the page is
blank and bereft of letters or meaning.
We wonder where the love came from and where it has gone.
In this life we love many and one, it is as if the truth was an
illusion built on a shaky foundation of trust. When did love alter is
course like the river, what happened to all the obstacles/compromises we
made to hang on, it couldn’t stop the relationship snaking away like a
strong current leaving one bleary and starry eyed. Like a sputtering
candle in the tempest it burns brightly then blows out and our lives
become a blurred waking shadow of memories.
The river of love
flows into the larger ocean of life, the tears mingle with water and are
everywhere but the river is no more. We wonder where it went, did
someone take possession? We will never know, we return to the faded
memories, like the rustling trees and rivers of our youth- to view lost
love, reminisce with sensibilities on a deeper philosophical plane.
The idyllic universe, that existed briefly, when we had time for loving
and thoughtful individuality- deepening the intimacy before being
snuffed out. Death, love, loss, expectations and regret are the deeper
issues we face in our world- tinged with a sense of mild incomprehension
as to what life is all about. –Vinay-
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