"Love is the flower - you've got to let grow." - John Lennon

"You write well"

"Did you understand"

"I didn't, and I don't want to either"

Three lines and yet they can mean so much. I'm asked why I think or feel the way i do..but ever so often I come across conversations or just general passings like these and I feel..what else can I do?When somethings' right there in your face, as clear as the sunlight that brightens what was once dark you can't help but see it. It's as simple as that.

Reasoning with things like this will be taking the fool's way out.

With love you can set the world apart

With love you can conquer all limitations

With love you can make the world go around

But take caution, with love you can make the world stop

Some of the greatest art has taken root from Love

From the feeling of love

But none have succeeded in putting it down to a definition.

For some it's sacrifice

For some it's a search

For many, it's the only reason to live

For some it's a pursuit which is second only to that longing one has for god

Some search for it

Some acheive it

Some deny it's existence

Some, lose it.

And when love is lost..it creates havock

No, words can even begin to portray what love is

We can discuss it at length and not get tiered

It feels both wonderful and terrible at the same time.

It has the power to destroy the very being it's giving life to

"Things base and vile, holding no quantity, Love can transpose to form and dignity. Love looks not with the eye, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind." - William Shakespeare

An Eternal Accomplice

She crept up on me the day i first breathed

She made me alive

She took over a peice of my heart

and has increased her space there since

Slowly..her clutch on my heart increases

In the darkest of hours she held my hand

Never let me go numb

She spoke to me in lonely hours

She has been my sole companion at my waking hours for a while now

Hers is the hand that rocked my cradle

and hers will be the hand that lights up my funeral pyre

She is ever present,

in bliss, in laughter, in madness

who is she you wonder?

she rises when all else falls

she takes precedence over all that the heart feels

Longing, Love, Hate, Happiness

Some know her as misery

Some call her sorrow

She makes the bed our soul rests on

We live because she makes us live.

What is?

Hear me, i speak for all who stand in doubt

They say it takes two to make love

I say it also takes two to break it

They say it takes a lifetime to build trust

I say it takes less than a sigh to break it

They say life can go on inspite of loss

I say it goes on but at the gravest cost, a crushing of the spirit

They say life has it's ups and downs,

I say life is the downs, the ups are just added incentive

They say nothings meant to last forever

I say sorrow and shame does

They say death is just a process

I say its loss impersonated

Who is to decide what life and its intricacies mean?

Not them, Not I...

Experience

You can only understand what freedom is once you have faced subordination

Love is best understood from lack of it

Only loss can make you understand the importance of something?

How fickle is the human mind?