Love... An assurance...

Oh! How much I hate this place.” I was lying on the grass with hands under my head, watching the clear starry sky. It was the last day, last night of my college. From this distance I can hear students dancing on the DJ tunes inside the auditorium. While I was out in the open, on my favorite place, lying, watching the bright lit college, observing. The place I hated and will hate for all of my life. A place full of phoney people. I know no one will even bother to ask about each other after 3 years now and look at them they look like they will die if kept in two different rooms. Boy, are they phoney?
I closed my eyes again. I can feel the wind blowing against my ears. The sound of DJ, receding now. Just then a warm breeze came by and stopped next to me. I smiled but kept my eyes closed. She didn’t say anything,just sat beside me and watched intently into the dark. We felt the moment. Boy how much I hate this college.
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Just than I lost my thoughts… All I could figure out was closed eyes… warm breeze… hairs cascading the face… soft hands… a smile… Before I sat there I knew she would come and she did… Love is an assurance… Boy am I phoney?

If You Forget Me by Pablo Neruda

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine

Choose to Love...

I choose to love you in silence
for in my silence I find no rejection.

I choose to love you in my loneliness
for in my loneliness no one owns you but I.

I choose to adore you from a distance
for distance shields us both from pain.

I chose to imprison you in my thoughts
cause in my thoughts, freedom is for me to decide

I choose to kiss you on the wind
for the wind is gentler than my lips.

I choose to hold you only in my dreams
for in my dreams there is no end...

Magic Of Love Part - 2

Magic of Love - 1

I was reading a quote about love and told 1 of my friend about it. She immediately stopped doing whatever she was doing and the first thing she did was, forwarded that quote to one she loved. That was then I thought about the magic of love. Is not it amazing? You hear something and the picture of someone appears instantly. Its very hard to explain what you feel when you are in love. For me its impossible because I never fell in love with anyone. May be that was unfortunate or may be fortunate. But whatever I've heard from people aroung me like this friend of mine I will tell you. And also about the longing which I feel sometimes.

1. 1 of my friend told me, when you are in love small things add up to one magical world. I dont know what he meant at that time because those talks really bored me at those times and above all he was a shit-head(oops). But now I realize what that fool means. He wanted to tell me that everything seems to be special when you are in love. I remembered him ordering 2 glasses on juice in mess all times, the 1 that he drinks was paid by her and vice versa. He use to find reasons to show his love and surprisingly that senseless gal use to do same. I saw him watching intently towards her room in girls hostel. Fortunately for him girls hostel was close enough to have a clear vision ;). But his reason was love. For him love has created a magical world out of small things. There were many incidents but space does not allow me to tell them.

2. He was weird/philosophical but 1 thing that made him common was love. He was a different species of lovers, the one sided ones. And the amazing part was he was happy. Just being in touch with her made him happy. I saw sparks flowing out of his eyes whenever he saw her, talked with her. He often told me "when you are in love, everything seems fine. World is a better place." I use to wonder how. Now I realize how. Whenever he was angry, he reached to her and everything was fine. Whenever he was sad, he talked to her and everthing was fine. Everything about world was fine because she was the part of his world. In fact she was his world I guess. Fortunately she also realized that, although after 1 boyfriend, but they are living happily. An ideal example of "Love will find its way".:)

3. He was the one whom I least suspected will fall in love. He was a looser(Although lesser than me since he at least got 1). But someone once told me "Love transforms and if its true, it does that for good." He just sat with a girl once in class. She realized he was a looser because somehow he is not able to understand things being taught in class. And the reason was he was not from an English medium. Most of girls will never entertain such a guy. But she did. She explained her everything, sometimes more than required ;).(You dirty minds.) And he started doing wonders. This was the first time I have seen love growing. It was not for looks, it was for two souls destined to converge into one.Continued...