just occured to me u know!!!
The magic of first love is our ignorance… that it can ever end
And so it did. Cause there was the magic… of course, then the first love and eventually the very end… but with that was my ignorance swept off its heavy slumber? Like a curious Einstein I would try to create the maze of logical network- a thousand question marks, which might have been a customer survey for a new body lotion!
Nah! I aint shaken off from my ignorant bliss.
Typically there would be ‘n’ number of flashbacks, anecdotes trying to demand footage as the mindscape would be rolling on the latest ballads from mushy movies… suddenly the distant horizon seemed like the land of eternal emotions! A pensive mood, the vacant look and the whirlpool ice-magic effect bringing the temperature down! The cardiac muscles seemed to have a will of their own and strange murmurs would be generated from the hollow of the gastric. A sense of loss- so very well defined throughout my system! Aint signs of true love? The first love?
Now there was time at hand- the instrument of Graham Bell laid to rest in some forgotten corner… some messages of ‘true love’ etched in its binary memory? I fear to erase the ‘true lies’ of the magical feelings- oh! The ignorant me! Wish I could sweep away the clots of hideous cow dung that added to the fertility of my cranium! But again, the manure in time might just lend a rich texture to the ‘soil- matter’ where my emotions germinate?! So I think I would let my ignorance hibernate… with that the chances of another first love would brew in a decanter somewhere nah?!! Hope is thy opium of life boss! But cant the second love be given a chance to move up the ladder… I mean why cannot we have the tales of yore… riding the mighty waves of human emotion, trying to swim through the waves of self-pity? Ah! The experienced love-bird! Cupid would surely be generous with his haywire arrows- some favors for the ol’ horse, wont he?
Nah! Let it be the hopes of the first love… let it be the tunes of the first beat, the smiles of the first touch… cause aint gonna believe that it would wither away. That ignorance is the charm that leads us to surf through the watery walls… the resistance, the resilience, the requiem like a malady infecting through the veins and arteries of our body system! So it never ends, ‘cause it never was… like a shifting shadow, the imagery of love translates from and into the characters that play along in the acts of life… love would keep us alive!
The tears of joy, the drops of sorrow, both stress the lachrymals but alas… the blanket of ignorance is never dusted! Short stories of events, people, their deeds and judgments into the fencings and duets of characters dissolve in the cauldron of ignorance. And let it stay- undisturbed! The happiness of life is in the strength of love- the concentration of acid/alkali which dissolves the salts, residues of love!! Aint possible to dissolve love- aint possible to resolve love… aint possible to love a second time boss!! We really never would know if it was… true love… and if it was! Aint no point marking a second slot…
The magic of true love is our ignorance… of looking beyond its confines.
And so it did. Cause there was the magic… of course, then the first love and eventually the very end… but with that was my ignorance swept off its heavy slumber? Like a curious Einstein I would try to create the maze of logical network- a thousand question marks, which might have been a customer survey for a new body lotion!
Nah! I aint shaken off from my ignorant bliss.
Typically there would be ‘n’ number of flashbacks, anecdotes trying to demand footage as the mindscape would be rolling on the latest ballads from mushy movies… suddenly the distant horizon seemed like the land of eternal emotions! A pensive mood, the vacant look and the whirlpool ice-magic effect bringing the temperature down! The cardiac muscles seemed to have a will of their own and strange murmurs would be generated from the hollow of the gastric. A sense of loss- so very well defined throughout my system! Aint signs of true love? The first love?
Now there was time at hand- the instrument of Graham Bell laid to rest in some forgotten corner… some messages of ‘true love’ etched in its binary memory? I fear to erase the ‘true lies’ of the magical feelings- oh! The ignorant me! Wish I could sweep away the clots of hideous cow dung that added to the fertility of my cranium! But again, the manure in time might just lend a rich texture to the ‘soil- matter’ where my emotions germinate?! So I think I would let my ignorance hibernate… with that the chances of another first love would brew in a decanter somewhere nah?!! Hope is thy opium of life boss! But cant the second love be given a chance to move up the ladder… I mean why cannot we have the tales of yore… riding the mighty waves of human emotion, trying to swim through the waves of self-pity? Ah! The experienced love-bird! Cupid would surely be generous with his haywire arrows- some favors for the ol’ horse, wont he?
Nah! Let it be the hopes of the first love… let it be the tunes of the first beat, the smiles of the first touch… cause aint gonna believe that it would wither away. That ignorance is the charm that leads us to surf through the watery walls… the resistance, the resilience, the requiem like a malady infecting through the veins and arteries of our body system! So it never ends, ‘cause it never was… like a shifting shadow, the imagery of love translates from and into the characters that play along in the acts of life… love would keep us alive!
The tears of joy, the drops of sorrow, both stress the lachrymals but alas… the blanket of ignorance is never dusted! Short stories of events, people, their deeds and judgments into the fencings and duets of characters dissolve in the cauldron of ignorance. And let it stay- undisturbed! The happiness of life is in the strength of love- the concentration of acid/alkali which dissolves the salts, residues of love!! Aint possible to dissolve love- aint possible to resolve love… aint possible to love a second time boss!! We really never would know if it was… true love… and if it was! Aint no point marking a second slot…
The magic of true love is our ignorance… of looking beyond its confines.
posted by der Bergwind @ 10:11 AM
5 Comments:
srk said "hum pyar sirf ek baar karte hain" and then he went onto sing some more songs and the movie became a blockbuster!
makes him a hypocrite ?
well almost, as far as im concerned no two loves are the same, ive already experienced tru love, am experiencing it, experience it each day, but for sumone who has loved and lost i think there can be a second time, but the second will most definitely not b the same as the first.
each love, like each one of us, is different in some way.
Intrigyuing post..I really don't what to say...I have never believed in applying trial & method in love and actually believe that you can actually believe one can only fall in love in once after that there r only comparisions.
@ raghav..
agreed.. but then howd u know.. wo pyar hi tha.. jab it aint there anymore.. was it true? then why aint it there... complicated huh :)
n ya, the dimensions of luv each day.. guess u have a lucky lady beside u man.. u a wonderful man :))
alas! ur cric 11 couldnt seem like it!!
@somya..
kinda confusing to me as well.. i believe it the first n the last.. but howd u know.. if it withers away with/in time.. with pain n hurt.. wud it be worth.. huh.. lifez crazy man!
an interesting post.. though i lost it in between :P
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