Oh, for an unblemished love
Isnt it the ultimate satisfaction when u see the person that u like so much happy?
You plan a perfectly planned out date only to end up doing the craziest stuffs. And it gives you a childish delight, when both of you steal a moment to kiss, to touch or even just to look at each other, in a crowded room when nobody is looking. Sharing a secret codeword that makes you blush everytime you utter it alone.
The thought of trying to them give the world, not just the world but the best things from the world and make it exclusive for that person and look from a corner of the large room called life, to see them laughing, that would bring tears to you and when you look at them and they are jabbering away, it doesnt make sense anyways but it still doesnt matter as long as..
And sometimes, it doesnt matter even if that person gets along with another person, and you are just fine with it because, its just the way it is.
And when you grab their hands and run into the hills and then stop, gasping for air, grasping that moment to long.. and when you smile to yourself thinking about all these things, one rainy afternoon.. a sense of satisfaction engulfs you.
yeh pal hai wahi
jisme hai chupi
poori ik sadi saari zindagi..
And when you are sitting with them and you share the silence.. probably the best conversation you've ever had.
Where is love?
Pure and simple?
A word, easily leashed out, rarely meant.
Of waiting, Of joy of seeing your lover after a long time, Of trying to converse and choking on words, Of blue inland letters and stamps and black ink, Of trying to read those very letters in dark corners?
Where is romance in smses and chat sessions and speed?
If love was unity of souls, what is marriage?
Why does marriage have to exist, when love does? Isnt that binding, controlling and restrictive? Doesnt marriages take place to mean, that you dont trust the other person to stay with you forever? If you do trust, then why marry? Isnt that branding the sheep as yours?
How can a marriage instill trust?
Where is love?
In its true form, unconditional?
You plan a perfectly planned out date only to end up doing the craziest stuffs. And it gives you a childish delight, when both of you steal a moment to kiss, to touch or even just to look at each other, in a crowded room when nobody is looking. Sharing a secret codeword that makes you blush everytime you utter it alone.
The thought of trying to them give the world, not just the world but the best things from the world and make it exclusive for that person and look from a corner of the large room called life, to see them laughing, that would bring tears to you and when you look at them and they are jabbering away, it doesnt make sense anyways but it still doesnt matter as long as..
And sometimes, it doesnt matter even if that person gets along with another person, and you are just fine with it because, its just the way it is.
And when you grab their hands and run into the hills and then stop, gasping for air, grasping that moment to long.. and when you smile to yourself thinking about all these things, one rainy afternoon.. a sense of satisfaction engulfs you.
yeh pal hai wahi
jisme hai chupi
poori ik sadi saari zindagi..
And when you are sitting with them and you share the silence.. probably the best conversation you've ever had.
Where is love?
Pure and simple?
A word, easily leashed out, rarely meant.
Of waiting, Of joy of seeing your lover after a long time, Of trying to converse and choking on words, Of blue inland letters and stamps and black ink, Of trying to read those very letters in dark corners?
Where is romance in smses and chat sessions and speed?
If love was unity of souls, what is marriage?
Why does marriage have to exist, when love does? Isnt that binding, controlling and restrictive? Doesnt marriages take place to mean, that you dont trust the other person to stay with you forever? If you do trust, then why marry? Isnt that branding the sheep as yours?
How can a marriage instill trust?
Where is love?
In its true form, unconditional?
posted by Incognito at 8:51 PM
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love is fickle.
marriage is not.
(used to be once)
Marriage is security...perhaps...?
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Poison : :)
Marriage was fickle once -Past tense? I thought it is now.
Aditi : Security from society? Thats why marriage becomes a social factor.. hmm
Illusion : You too Brutus! :) Am on my way
Still trying to understand 'why marriage' if everything else is in place...no I dont have any reason for marriage as yet, except for the silly 'society wants it' and 'exclusive sex' deal...there probably is more..but havent understood as yet...
Aradhita : Same here. Doesnt make sense, does it, when you hear people say they do it for society?
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