Sensed LoveA Story by Nami FallingDewdrops
Love is like the vast stretched sky,
spread over everything. Not even a poet can imagine the depth with which the human heart can carry this feeling. We are all indeed, a fragile human race, intoxicated on love and constantly engulfed by the idea of it. But love, my dear, is dangerous. Sometimes it eats into your bones. Sometimes it is the most elaborate way of self-destructio n. And sometimes, it nearly kills you. But since when did that stop people from loving each other? Sans love, the human heart can do nothing but scratch itself raw. I don't really know what love looks like. But I do hope, it looks like the clouds adoring the rains, the moonlight kissing the sea and soft stars shining at night. There is no escape from love. It entangles your mind, body and soul like a spider's web; the more you try to free yourself from it, the more it sticks. Even against your will. That's the irony of love. I don't really know what love sounds like. But I do hope, it sounds like music falling on silence, the seductive rhythm in poetry and the spontaneous laughter of a child. Love, my dear, is fine gold in sand. It's hard to find it. It is a rare treasure. But once discovered, it becomes the core, essence and quintessence of your life. You will never get enough of it. I don't really know what love tastes like. But I do hope, it tastes like golden extracted honey, a spicy food platter and underground spring water. Love is an incredible adventure. It makes you live a life, do things and be to places that you wouldn't have otherwise lived, done or been to. Love is the road, the journey and the destination you had long forgotten. I don't really know what love smells like. But I do hope, it smells like the pages of a new book, freshly brewed coffee and earth after the rain. Love is courage. Love is wisdom. Love is hope. It makes you daring even in the darkest hour of life. It makes you loving, forgiving and tolerant. It gives you strength to fight back even when your whole wide world seems to crack up. I don't really know what the touch of love feels like. But I do hope, it feels like the cold wind blowing on my face, the rich bonfire warming my hands and the hot water soothing my legs. All this said, should I admit, love is in reality nothing but a fancy synonym for grief. It has no shame. It offers no relief. It's absence weighs a lot but, it's presence is far more heavy. So when you come next time, Love. Try a little charity. Bring along all your airiness. Stop punishing me with your gravity. © 2014 Nami FallingDewdrops |
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Added on January 5, 2014 Last Updated on January 5, 2014 AuthorNami FallingDewdropsIndiaAboutI really enjoy watching Animes.. Reading and Writing novels and poems too .... more..Writing
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