Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Not Love

Alley by the Lake by Leonid Afremov, Rainy Day, walking together, Painting

She asked me what love is and I couldn't give an answer then. Love is the only word on which each person can give an interpretation of his own; there is no right or wrong about it because no one really knows what love is and what it means. Some hate it, some embrace it, some so blinded by it that they give their life for it.  The word always leaves someone hurt, sometimes your family, sometimes your friends and sometimes yourself or the other, pity it’s so because I thought this words was meant to keep everyone happy. So I asked myself ‘what is love?’ I struggled to find an answer to it for a while but the more I thought into it the more it became clear to me. I am trying to answer a fantasy with reality, the fantasy is love and the reality is her.


I don’t know what love is, I don’t know how it should be felt. Love is just a mere word to me, a word that people use to deceive, trick and use others for their own happiness. I may have no knowledge about love but I do know what she is to me and how I feel for her. I don’t want a corrupted word like love to describe it because to me she is my freedom, something I value more than my life. Even if I am shackled to the ground, speechless, deafened and blinded, a thought of her presence sets me free, breaks those shackles, makes me speak louder than I ever could, hear beyond I could ever hear and see everything more brightly and beautifully.  When I am with her my mind is clear and limitless as the space itself, I fly beyond all boundaries that I thought I couldn't cross before. I feel proud in caring for her and protecting her, I like doing things that she asks me to, however silly or hard it is, I feel happy seeing her smiling and sad when she looks so. So let me say it again “I don’t know what love is and don’t want to know, but I do know what she is to me”. As time runs I will die eventually but my words will remain forever telling the world that there is something beyond mere love that is very much real and most beautiful.


P.S : This is for you R.K

20 comments:

  1. Well said buddy.. Good to read about LOVE from a totally different point of view.. loved it to bits :)

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  2. Love is a wonderful topic. All of us are love personified, not the romantic love that's often spoken of where we devote our energy and affections to another or the opposite of hate, but the unconditional compassion we're born with and forget about. It's the joy that comes from being alive, something we cultivate within ourselves for sharing.

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  3. I guess you have to experience love to know what it is. You described many things that I would call love in your post but then that's just my interpretation. I don't feel that love is a fantasy but rather a reality and comes with many different names.

    Yes, love can hurt at times, but 'one man's meat is another man's poison', they say. Love is such a word which has many meanings to individuals it would not be fair for me to try and tell you what it is or what is isn't. This is a wonderful post that could be explored for days.

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  4. You do a magnificent job here of describing in concrete terms your personal experience of what love means to you. You go beyond the mere word into actual feeling.

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  5. Great job. You write it as well as anyone can, in a way that anyone can come back to during multiple times in their life and read it differently. Wonderful

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  6. Nice way of defining one's feeling...yeah i believe the word 'Love' has been corrupted.

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  7. That was beautiful. I hope she appreciates you.

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  8. wow..really nice representation...loved the way you expained..well done!!

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  9. I think you have touched an aspect of love; may be the emotional -non-real-aspect and have put it very nicely, almost like a dream.

    But love has multi-sided aspects; one of them is the raw real side, which is very pathetic. Say for eg. love is a taboo in Kerala. How many people loose their lives because they dare to love?

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  12. Well, expressing love is tough and you have done well :)

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  13. " Fantasy with reality " seriously this is too good na... :)

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  15. It felt wonderful reading your post. You've written what many minds cannot tell or don't wish to.

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