Sunshine of Love

its a small essay describing feelings of love.

I want to die in the sunshine of love. Death would not matter in the face of my love. I would avert any disaster with its power. It is the power of survival. I will survive in its darkness. I want to die in the sunshine of darkness. What can be so tough in finding that eternal love that I so long, from a mortal? It is not that easy, they tell me, love; it is not easy to find. I have started something greater than myself, the search for something better than and greater than me, my soul mate; my better half. I want to meet “the one” who would change my life forever and will take by hand and lead me to eternal bliss. I will not have to worry about myself any more. I would not have to worry if my hair looks dirty or if my cologne is too strong. I would be perfect as I am. Our universes would collide exactly where it was supposed to, where all the laws of physics, space and time would collapse. Where everything would cease to exist in our light and we would be the only beings. Where the particles would be revolving around us and celebrating the joy of life and singing the rhyme of love.

They say life is already complicated and so everyone wants to lie off of the complexities of life. How is that possible? We call ourselves complex organisms and we can’t handle some complexities in our lives! Is it really complexity or is it just that we just think how to “get more and more of everything”, that makes the lives complicated. I know what I want. I know what that beautiful face should look like and what should there be to resonate with me in a perfect harmony. All my so called complexities would vanish from my life in an instance with the soft breeze blowing from her rosy lips.

Life continues to carry on without me or so it seems. My detachment is only my own and no one else’s. From the world, from the people, from the dreams of success, from God and from you and from all the other things which are supposed to be mine and close to me, I am far. Sometimes it feels as though it’s just a dream and I feel like echoing in Poe’s words “Take this kiss upon thy brow; and, in parting from you now, thus much let me avow; you are not wrong, who deem; that my days have been a dream; all that we see or seem; is but a dream within a dream.” so wake me up when it’s all over, and so wake me up when it’s all over.