"Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation" -khalil Gibran I t's easier to have a love affair with a cup of tea than with a real person. The ego that separates us as individuals is so strong that love cannot fully penetrate it. It is like a whiff of air, it comes and goes. Perhaps the idea that the tea will eventually merge into your body makes it simpler for love to flow. It becomes easier to find your reflection in the tea than in the other. It is when people leave, or become distant that the fog clears and all the separation dissolves, you find the senselessness in your arguments, great understanding happens. And as they come closer, the clarity dissolves and we continue the never ending drama.
Today I dreamt once more of our indelible beginning... With dry nostalgia, I found myself drawn to the dying embers of that distant memory Had I not seen you on that early spring morning veiled in golden mist, imbued with the fresh scent of tulips, with light dancing through the treetops, and water dews like sparkling jewels adorning the thickets of grass. I could still feel the sweet warmth of sunshine seeping through my skin... the dawn chorus of the birds echoing through the forest, the slow enchantment of the dream-filled blooms, where the gossamer-winged butterflies swarm like confetti, sprinkling its fairy dust through the wind. Following the sunlit trails, I reached that fateful place. Underneath the majestic oak, there lay a sleeping beauty. the slow and silent breaths blending with the gentle breeze, playing a melody that sweetly stirred my heart. A stranger so familiar as if I've been yearning for forever. As those sleepy-jewele...
I n the end, all your left with are these moments, myriads of stars of various experiences, dangling in the dark, glimmering in the vastness, pushing the limits beyond the set boundaries fabricated through generations, fabricated by ourselves. Instilled in us are all these preconceptions and prejudices and slowly yet together we break from these restrictions, through our own little battles within, through these revolutions we bring inside ourselves, towards a better tomorrow, slowly but surely evolving.. separately yet together. All these different individuals, stories pulsating, coalescing into one. Each of these unaccounted, unseen struggles and sacrifices bubbling into these little gifts of freedom passed down through the ages- from the gallant, from the outcasts, from the rebels, silently building a stronger, wider foundation for us to stand on. Their eccentric visions paving a wider road for us to tread in, wider perspective to grasp on- one that accepts const...
As we grow up, everything around us is fascinating. Every new subject, no matter how divergent or unrelated, excites us. In the same way, I loved the way how these different fields coincided, touched each other, how they all attempted to explain the same mystery of life in its own way. But as life took its pace like all I got entangled somewhere, unable to understand this world, my life, and of those that were constantly affecting me. As if it was pulling my attention to someplace else- inwards, perhaps to clear all the baggage s I had been collecting, the lies I was feeding myself with, to purify my mind by the truth I was seeking outside. As I gave enough attention to this life that was growing, my passion got its direction once again and with more ardor and intensity than ever. To witness how everything around touched this life, how it blossoms and dances, reverberates and in some moments even dissolves. Such mysterious and beautiful phenomenon, such a happening and...
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