Love Live Life

  Not everything, but that something which I choose from you for me, a piece that I pick to complete a part of me. Like those clouds in the sky, and like those stars among the moon so high. How quite we are through the day and loud with like raining nights. Unknown within the known yet for them we are unknown. Nothing is been asked for, have nothing that can be given away. Stil it is a transaction which happens without our awareness. Which lay a foundation for the variations. Variations among the way through which we conduct ourself, variations with others when being together and among us when floating like a feather. A place, where nothing stops, there is commute all the time, where movements are normal and majority of things are formal – with words, thoughts, and way of being… How among such a place we stood still, between every individual yet on top of hill… Bending that reality which we have lived in to the reality that we are creating. To those memories which we ha...

  A day burden with memories, events and talks to remember… yet light as feather. A box filled with light yet surrounded by darkness… where screen was the only light… on those big glittering eyes… and on that shining smile… Nervous of being in this episode yet excited by the action. How your talks, those words and happiness changed in every fraction… Believing this reality… made even dreams shy… but the question which never left my mind was why…? Not why to be with you… not why of being me… but, why of all the acquaintances… and among all those loved ones… we were being we… A day was pure art… art of life… art of love… and in that art we lived… lived like an art… which was pure on the felling… not on the pleasures… but out of the leisure… like an artist we painted the reality… sketched those memories… wrote a beautiful poetry through our insanity…   How different we are… yet how same… both are such lame… what brought us together…? Should we name it fate is something ...

  Among the darkest of night comes the brightest event… A tale never forgotten, can never fade away… an epic which taught humanity the moral that of a king… virtues that of a son… integrity of work as a human and love that of a husband… The calm, gentle, man of words… was fierce, righteous, elegant, and brave… in the battle among the swords… for parents… country… nation… were his vows, to destroying evil with each arrow from his bows… Selfless of desire, even put his wife through fire… was criticized for the action… Never a thought of becoming something for self… Accepted everything that was been put on him… So chaotic…, yet poise a family… he had… love from three mothers to millions today… a father for whom he was everything…, to brothers for whom nothing mattered but he… to a wife… for whom he was her whole world and nothing else she needs… for him she came and lived for ever with his name… Today… hundreds of years later we are live on his name… Have forgotten the teachin...

Looking back from hovering over the past to dreaming about the future… planning the present… what the life would have been without you all… to what the life have become with you all… How far we have walked from those lonely nights to those lovely fights… not particularly for wrong or right… but for the music in the song called love, on the reels of life. Harder it is sometimes to believe in self… Harder it is sometimes to untrue what world says… Then comes your play, for all those illusions of events, to all those imaginary moments which comes eating up hopes… with all your presence it’s been slayed… How different yet how same we are all… Not whole person that we connect to but a habit a way in a small… where memories are been blend with the events… those events of time with soda and fresh lime… It's not for a year or a life this, what we have this, what we share have been there years and years of lifetime… Wonder how we all meet… mysteriously everything got set… below th...