Love, Dreams and Tears!!
Love,
Dreams and Tears
I’ve been
asked many times about ‘love’, sometimes by friends, who have just fallen for
it, sometimes by heart-broken friends, sometimes by drunk friends and every
time I’ve acted like google, like I know everything and to be true, I'm just a scholar like you.
I’ve tried collecting
various definitions of love by different people at different stages and every
time I feel like adding something new, a new story, new dreams, new hopes,
fresh tears and a deceased silence. How can anyone tie ‘love’ in boundaries of
broken words? How can anyone capture every tiny droplet of tears on the corner
of your eyes? Love is independent, not bounded to any definition, words,
thoughts, it’s infinite.
In the noisy
hubbub of one’s life it continuously grows. Each time you breathe, your breathes,
make you realize that how with every page that you left empty in your life is
shouting in amidst noises of your life. Very silently it keeps moving in an
indefinite direction. Your failure for shaping words increases day by day and
your sleep hour’s decreases night by night. Your story gets bounded your
feelings and other’s views. You dream a
lot, dream for togetherness; dream to hold his/her hand, dream to evade away
from your life, dream to spend some more time with your love. You wait long enough to
your love smiling, or just to look you once. You cry for your love’s happiness,
your silliness, your loneliness. You flow in oceans of emotions. You stop
caring for yourself.
Love, for
me, is the feeling when I hear wind chimes in a lonely afternoon in a deserted
flat. Each sound reminds of things we talk about. It’s a sensation
when I smell you essence without your presence. It gives me strength to say
that I live.
Lastly, as Shakespeare has said “Love is a smoke made with the
fume of sighs.” and let the reason for sighs and tears be unknown. ;-)
Signing off
for now
Jd
Copyright, © Jayendra
Dubey, 9th Mar , 2012
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