Alluring and Sublime 14th...

Shakespeare said "Journeys end in lovers meeting." An extraordinary thought! No, no..I am not saying that I have experienced anything remotely close to that, but I am more than willing to believe Shakespeare actually did. I suppose I think about love more than anyone really should. I always wonder by its sheer power to alter and define our lives. It was Shakespeare who also said "love is blind." Oh! again what a thought! ....Heart pounding! Throat thickening! Absolutely can't swallow situation is i believe when i think of a person i love is standing infront of me.

But then, all love stories do not blossom in spring and spread its colour in the festivity. Some love stories also fade with time. And yes I should not forget to mention others for whom love is simply lost by the great seperation of life and death. And for some, quite inexplicably, love ends in tears and valium.

Let me not talk about the gloomiest side of love, I can also see the love which is found again and again. Yes, I am talking about those people who fall in love not once but several times and gets least influenced by their other halves who leave them. And it can definately be a one night stand or roll over a month. These people according to me get less subject to emotional damage than one who is deeply involved in an affair.

And then there are men who always give a second chance to their loved ones, because they are hoping they are wrong. And every time she does something that tells she's no good, they ignore it. And every time she comes through and suprises them, she wins them over, and they lose that argument with themself, that she's not for you. What a wreck!

But still following Shakespeare, we all will always be in love with someone or the other, as it is sublime and alluring and makes us realize and poke our brains and hearts mostly on valentine's. Long live his memories. As for me I love to be loved and feel heavenly. Hope the same for you.

Nostalgia...is it!

The wind is getting warmer, as for sure the weather is changing. It is the arrival of spring and I am getting nostalgic, not sure why. When I cross the roads in the woods, i see the trees with all their leaves shedded and dried, lying crisp on the ground, as if waiting for someone to walk over them and produce that crushing sound, giving the trees one last rejoice. The sun rays passing by the dry branches embrace them as if some unfulfilled desire of them had come true. And of course the old house standing in the woods with tiled roofs watch them with great passion, waiting for them to turn green. Yes, this is my favourite season...arrival of the spring. And into this very moment I feel lost in my own world where I own that thached house with a lawn infront and back in the woods, dragging me behind to some place where I had already been, not physically but soulfully.

And how about the woods ending in a sea shore? It definately sounds like my dream, where I am running bare-footed on the beach in my shorts and not even a soul to distract my eyes from that peaceful moment.If for this i am getting nostalgic, so be it. I am all ready to sync in my dreams and get wet in the slow running stream behind my house.

And yes, if it takes a hundred years for me to come out of my nostalgia, I would take another hundred to get inside it. I just want to feel free.......