Everything fades, but Love’s light

Everything fades,
Youthful beauty and childhood laughter,
Soft skin and flawless faces.
Like footsteps at the edge of a beach,
Washed away by a gently wave.

Everything fades.
Loving words spoken between lovers,
Sweet whispers lost in dark nights,
Like a rose, once fragrant and inspiring,
Now withered away, shedding its’ petals.

All fades, that is the law,
Ever repeating, never stopping.
Only one element remains,
Like a rock, unshakable.

For love once realised is eternally cherished.
As all dissolves, only that light remains,
Like a candle, in the dark caves of our existence.

 

Ideals and ideas of | Love

There is a fundamental truth about love which is often times simply disregarded. It is a self-concealing truth: it is not given due attention because it asks us to look at a smokescreen – many times easily confused with a more ‘authentic’ notion of love. This truth is that, especially in the technological age,

Love is becoming more of an ideal and less of an idea

When the fictions in our minds take over our eyes, there is bound to be a dissonance which, if not addressed in the proper way, will in the end result in a breakdown. It could be personal, it could be in a relationship – or it would be both. I reckon that in final analysis, a situation ought to be addressed squarely, taking into consideration everything. It is not easy, but that is what love might be all about, after all. Not holding on no matter what, but adapting to the situation, together. Facing the world back-to-back.

This too could be an ideal, but it is one well worth pursuing.

 

The greatest gift…

How often do we listen to what the others have to say? Many times, especially as we grow older, we don’t really listen, but rather hear what is being said. The difference is a crucial one: listening to a person is an act of love. Hearing is the opposite – the speaker is rarely acknowledged existence in the first place. All we do is to merely glance at the words’ outline through the thick shades we wear, layer upon layer, in order to protect our eyes.

Perhaps, for Valentine’s Day, the perfect gift would be to simply sit down, and rediscovering each other, once more. To pause, suspend the world ‘out there’, and simply – to listen.

 

Reflections #1a

Deep within our heart there is a space, a secret garden of sorts, a little pocket of peace meant only for one person. In our lives we meet many people – it’s easy to think that that space is ‘filled’. But this is rarely the case; many a time it is a mirage satiating the desire, not the need. It is only upon true fulfilment do our breaths become meaningful, while our hearts beat with a purpose. All that was before leds to Us – the present Unity. All that will happen will complete the circle, Us in the middle and in its’ entirety.