Love....nobody knows where it comes from, but strangely enough, when it happens to pay us a visit , we cannot help but realize which way its heading.The knowledge itself is a heady feeling.It doesn't believe in knocking at your door.It's too impatient.All it knows is to break walls,no matter how high or how strong.Even as our defenses crumble, one inhibition at a time , it has it's army engaged in building a bridge....from one heart to another.
Does it ever rest? Apparently, not.When it is not building, it is breaking....if it's not a wall, it surely is a heart! But, one thing is for sure.....it does nothing by half a measure.It is love...therefore, it loves....in abundance and with abandon.
Does it ever build it's home in us? The poets don't think so but the philosophers opine that it does, if you let it! Who knows? I , for one don't, because I am neither a poet nor a philosopher.All I know is, at times it gets caught in the mesh of doubts and uncertainties. If we can manage to unentangle and rescue it , it's laughter rings ever so true! However, fear and pain are lurking around; forever crouching, to pounce on it.Once they have love in their clutches, they cage it and toy with it.Even then it struggles , fights tooth and nail.And then it bleeds and we with it! At such times, the only hope is Time--to save or not to save, Love. Or is the onus on us?
Chandni.
Does it ever rest? Apparently, not.When it is not building, it is breaking....if it's not a wall, it surely is a heart! But, one thing is for sure.....it does nothing by half a measure.It is love...therefore, it loves....in abundance and with abandon.
Does it ever build it's home in us? The poets don't think so but the philosophers opine that it does, if you let it! Who knows? I , for one don't, because I am neither a poet nor a philosopher.All I know is, at times it gets caught in the mesh of doubts and uncertainties. If we can manage to unentangle and rescue it , it's laughter rings ever so true! However, fear and pain are lurking around; forever crouching, to pounce on it.Once they have love in their clutches, they cage it and toy with it.Even then it struggles , fights tooth and nail.And then it bleeds and we with it! At such times, the only hope is Time--to save or not to save, Love. Or is the onus on us?
Chandni.
