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Love! How deep can you go?

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Romantic songs often make to think deeper. I become more philosophical and emotional. Especially when I listen to ‘And my heart will go on…’.

I was thinking about movie, about Jack and Kate. How Jack gave his life to save Kate. How thrilled I was when I first saw the movie. I was also thinking how deep can we go to explore love!

To me experiencing love is like experiencing ocean. It is vast and near to limitless. We can’t experience the ocean completely. We can only experience the ocean as per our caliber and interest level of learning.

For example, if I wish I can sit on shore and watch the ocean and I feel that my heart is contented. And I would feel I know the ocean just looking at the surf, tasting the salty breeze. Most of the time I feel complete just sitting at the shore and I never had any desire to go beyond and explore.

Some people else might wanted to go deeper to experience something more, sitting on the shore is not enough for them. And so, they go deeper. And the deeper they go, the deep we fall for it. And then there will be a conflict.  When I’m thinking the beauty of ocean lies on the shore, they might be think that I know nothing about ocean at all. And they are right about their point of view but I’m right about my point of view too. I got my peace in the shore, I know enough, my quest is satisfied.

Likewise, everyone has some experience about love but the level of understanding is different. Some of them just watching love from the shore and never dare to go deeper. Few people might dance on Love’s surf but desire to beyond. And very few have gone deep enough to never come back. Different stories, different level experience about Love.

Love can’t be known completely as ocean and that makes both are mysteriously beautiful.

And any mysteriously beautiful thing can be dangerous to any ignorant!

I will end my thoughts with the beautiful song on Love! Enjoy!

The Rose | Bette Midler

Some say love, it is a river, that drowns the tender reed
Some say love, it is a razor, that leaves your soul to bleed
Some say love, it is a hunger, an endless aching need
I say love, it is a flower, and you, its only seed

Its the heart afraid of breaking, that never learns to dance
Its the dream afraid of waking, that never takes the chance
Its the one who won’t be taking, who cannot seem to give
And the soul afraid of dying, that never learns to live

 

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When life shuts a door.

One of my FB friend had posted this in her timeline.

This message got me thinking very deep indeed.  🙂

I remember I had a big fight with my best friend over a silly issue in college.

And swear that I never ever see her face again in my life.

Initially it was anger that I didn’t admit her absence.

After a few days, I missed her a lot but tried to stick to my words. (my ego used to huge when I was younger. You see!)

It felt like the door was shut forever.

But then it was one of the festival. I trying to hard to manage my saree in the crowd (I wear it out of fashion, hence it wasn’t easy to manage).

To save me out of embarrassment, she came along with a smile and helped me.

And the door opened again.

So yeah! When life shuts a door, open if you can. It saves from lots of trouble.

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Every morning is a hope for a warrior.

This pic still inspires me.

DRG Memoir.

The Mother and the Child.

I was wondering by looking at her what makes her so clam and happy. She has no money, no security, no assurance for future. But seems those things are not bothering her much, atleast at this moment. She seems to be happy and contented in her little world.

It seems she enjoys her bonding with het little one though I m not sure if that is what she choosed. But she knows how to keep her charm just by a smile from her heart. It feels at the momnet she is the most beautiful person in this world.

In span of seconds without any exchange of a single word she teaches me the biggest lesson of life.

LIVE LIFE HAPPY.

 

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Mountain.

DRG Memoir.

 

I thought the journey would end when I reach the top of the mountain. But I was wrong; because it was just the beginning of my inner experience with an ancestral giant.

It was afternoon and the sky was wearing some grey white clouds. I could see the shadows of clouds moving on the plain landscape. From here I could see a small village deep down lying on the landscape which met the sky at the end. From the hill all looked so silent and calm, though I knew down there, somewhere would be a laughter of child echoing through the sky, may a sigh making the surrounding heavier, a song that revoking old memories or the flowers in the garden are blooming. But from top of hill everything was still and silent.

In the sky a big grey cloud was crossing over the hill. The splendor of the…

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The Spring Tree!

Some thing wrote on 2008!

DRG Memoir.

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It is not that you don’t love me,
It is not that I don’t miss you,

But things happens, sometime dark nights are heavy on shiny days.

Honey, for those days lets sow the seeds of spring.

I keep all good memories of ours in bowl of hope.

I gave them light that got from your smile,
I gave them strength that got from your faith,
I gave them water that got from your love,
I have created the seed of spring like a magic,
Like pearl made out of nothing.

For those moments when the frustration are high,
Let it’s shade give us peace,

For those blue days when we lack a smile,
Let the essence of its flower spread on our sky.

For those desperate times when we wanted to be one,
Let the plant grow in our longings.

And the days when you are away from me;

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