Love

Whoever said Love is easy..love is divine and finer than wine(ok I made up the last part) has clearly never been in love!

So what gives me the authority to talk about this elusive emotion..I believe I have been in love..the kind that is puppy..the kind that is ruled by over-eager hormones..here are a few misconceptions all cleared up...haven't you heard the following lines..

Love is eternal
Love changes you for the better
Love completes you like no other..

Have you really given these a deeper thought..gone beyond the rosiness per say. I have, and this is what I feel

Love is not eternal...
your capacity to feel it is,
no matter the time,place or number of heartbreaks

Love doesn't change you for the better...
you're just more clued in to your already existing weaknesses
and therefore you make it all better

Love doesn't complete you.
yes most of the times you feel incomplete without your other half
but tell me did these completion/non completion feelings ever bother your lonesome single self?

I think all this and then I think none..
Coz then a man comes along and leaves me undone.
His name is Pablo Neruda and he is an eternal romantic..

"there is only your glance against so much emptiness,
only your light against extinction,
only your love to shut out the shadows"
Pablo Neruda

I believe all this and then I believe love

A Love Poem

Once I was a beautiful shell
Giving life to the creatures of the sea
Tides and time pounded on me, breaking me bit by bit

Then I was stuck nowhere to go...
The barnacles found a place to dwell
But Mother Ocean gave me a second chance

The tides washed me upon the shore
There I lay waiting in the sun, dull and chipped and ugly
Then, you came along and found me

The barnacles were picked, the sand washed off
You polished me up and brought out my luster...
I'm still chipped with imperfections
But you laid me out for everyone to see...
The beautiful colors inside me

Now I'm shiny with colors and gold
The tides have yet to see me grow old
With the tenderness and care you gave me
I am once again a beautiful shell

Author unknown

चले वो कदम-कदम जो स ाथ मेरे,
तो उसके स ाथ स े प्यार हो जाए...
थामे जो प्यार स े हाथ मेरा,
तो अपने हाथ स े प्यार हो जाए...

जिस रात आए ख्वाबों में वो,
उस स ुहानी रात स े प्यार हो जाए...
जिस बात में आए जिक्र उसका,
तो उस ी बात स े प्यार हो जाए...

जब पुकारे प्यार स े मेरा नाम,
तो अपने ही नाम स े प्यार हो जाए...

Zara....!

The following lyrics speak to me...look into my soul while I shed a tear or three


Zara nazar utha ke dekho
baithe hai hum yahi
bekhabar mujhse kyon ho
itne bure bhi hum nahi

teri ankhon ka jaadu
poori duniya pe hai
duniya ki is bheed mein
sabse peeche hum khade

zamaane ki baaton mein uljho na
hai yeh asaan jaan na
khud se agar tum pucho
hai hum tumhare ki nahi

teri ankhon ka jaadu
poori duniya pe hai
duniya ki is bheed mein
sabse peeche hum khade

mehfilein aayi aur gayi
log aaye aur gaye
tum jo aaj aaye ho
dil mein ho bas gaye

muskura ke baat taalo na
phir miloge jo kahi
dekhna yahi kahoge
itne bure the hum nahi

teri ankhon ka jaadu
poori duniya pe hai
duniya ki is bheed mein
sabse peeche hum khade

Because God is so a man..

I don't mean to sound like a staunch over bearing feminist.. I am a feminist no doubt but a very democratic one...I promise you we exist :) But with the amount of restrictions and dos and donts and responsibilities and girlie things that we girls go through..God is no doubt a man.. Think about it..when we're irked, if you're a self declared no-abuse using person like me, you either say 'Oh god' or you substitute it with 'Oh man'...never ever ever is it 'Oh Woman!' So what brought this rant of mine on? I am seeking fellow female squashees (squashees is a nandita invented word..it means those whose demands, rights, wants get squashed as easily as you can squash an ant)
I know we as women are supposed to be born self sacrificing and adjusting. Add to that maternal and compromising... and you have with you my worst nightmare. Maybe my head got bumped when I was born.. or maybe I was supposed to be born a man (P.S. I do have PCOS..an ovaries condition caused by the presence of extra male hormones) But I have been waiting for the time when I could do what I want to do..no matter how beautifully right or how horribly wrong.
And yet...from the time we are born..we sometimes as a daughter, a sister, a girlfriend, a wife, a mother...are always thinking the right thing..or made to think the right thing..or out of guilt mould our thoughts to think the right thing. Get the picture? (I am suddenly reminded of a scene from my fav movie DDLJ..oh how well it fits here)


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jZIDKkh5v64&feature=more_related


I am not saying that I have not lived the most ideal life till now.. I have the most amazing parents..people who have shaped me into a confident well educated being happy being I have awesome relatives, a great set of friends, a soul mate for a boyfriend And yet..sometimes I just want to break the shackles of loving responsibility...so that I can be..the way I want to be.. Look at it this way guys...I only have these few years..and then I will be a Mother..and everything I am will be about my off spring...
But will I be set free...No

This is how I love you..

I don't love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz,

or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:

I love you as one loves certain dark things,

Secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and carries

the light of those flowers, hidden, within itself,

and thanks to your love the tight aroma that rose,

from the earth lives in my body in darkness.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where

I love you directly without problems or pride

I love you like this because I don't know aany other way to love

Except in this form in which I'm not nor are you,

so close that your hand upon my chest is mine,

so close that your eyes close with my dreams

Pablo Neruda

Your Grandest Downfall

This poem is about a girl yearning for love..hopelessly heartbroken I say..that girl could be you,that girl is me.

No matter the time,no matter the place

I carry you within my arms and through my paths

I wish to be the delicious,gold mornings that alight upon you

But its on your deep,dark nights..

that I yearn to be the moonlight you walk in..

the arms for you to soak in

I want to be the kindness that shines in your eyes

But I'd even settle for the madness in your heart

I am the home you so often brutally walk past

But I will always be the busyness you drown yourself in

I am witness to the battles you wage

I watch your pain and make it mine

I am a treasure trove brimming just for you

the part of your spirit that believes 'I can'

I am the possibility of your transformation..

and if you allow me..

I will be your awakening,your calling,your love