Silent Love

I don’t remember when it happened for the first time, but all these young and restless teenage life it kept coming back to me with different effect on my physical and emotional sense organ. Wish of a quick glance, a long nice gaze, a word about her the physical sense organ works over time. While a sweetness sinks down mine heart causing butterflies in stomach and tingle in nerve, mind weave endless dreams where she has the physical appearance of the real world but her characteristics are as per our wish, some want long talk, for me I wished it to be long silent sessions with occasional words. But as I said it keeps coming back and “she” changes as the seasonal wind which has different effect on the plains through which it’s running. When I see love in the current time, it seems that we are cursed by cupid, every thing we tend to love burn us with its hatred. And if its silent love it burns our blood & heart. When the smoke subsides we don’t feel the same warmth, it’s all cold in and out of us. It is not mine story, its story of us. Leave this decision to end and we will find out.

Everyday we come across around hundreds of face, and about dozen of them are beautiful। Beautiful (basically the most sought after in your niche I can say), that is the first and foremost criterion of getting into the list of silent love. The list consists of endless beauties from our childhood school and still being updated, a life long affair. Few of us are selective in this too; they don’t go with the crowd and celebrate their own choice. Silent love is like a beautiful flower in your garden; that we never saw growing up but carefully watches it dying out. All these year in college life taught me lessons hard way and most of my friend which created a mental picture of love, like a deep pit where all of us are willing to fall ending up with bad bruises, few breaks but definitely with a life long scar but still there is something alluring about falling in love, especially the silent love. The spontaneity of silent love has always taken everyone by awe. Though silent love is at the lowest strata of love life with maximum number of persons, out numbering love and final strata of love soul mate, it’s most celebrated one.

But I am really feared for those who want to take this love a bit far, venture out of the domain of silent love, with the beloved of their virtual world alluring them to take a step in real world and this is where tragic happens. When we find that she is not the same girl with whom I have spent lots of time in my dreams and that really hurts. Believe me I am fed up with the sight of dying of a beautiful bud before growing up into a flower. Thought we can’t blame any one for the love whose existence reminds me of the bubbles in soda bottle whose existence is just unknown, but it stays there for some time and then bursts out except for deeper thinking that its human emotion not bubble. While heir’s fame is definitely one of the problems, our emotion plays a dramatic role too. It’s true that a certain person can’t accommodate the entire person in his/her life, but if you like some one go ahead. Tell your feeling. But there is word of caution for those who will be facing a sea of all such emotion, if love is the most valued currency of humanity then it’s the currency with maximum number of counterfeits too. It’s equally true that all of us won’t be happy with a particular set of certain incidence and won’t get what ever we want. I don’t know what girls think about it but after a certain point of time, what started off with a minor appreciation is replaced with a deep desire of having her in life. Most of us twitch in the pain of this feeling but still manages to cover it under the veil of secrecy and this turn we into loser, a pathetic lose. One of most important thing I forgot to say about all these things that it repeats gain and again until we found soul mate and decide to break up from the line of loser.

“Just don’t fake love, it hurts”.

The First One!

Before the people had spoken their first word, their animal instinct said them this organ made up of complete flesh is just more than tasting the food. His emotions, expressions, bravado, Intelligentsia and many more things beyond the one which can't be named, he wanted them to be heard by one and all. There was an urge to culminate his ideas in younger souls which may lead to germination of a league,a race or just submissive souls, showing mere reflection of his words. So, with the first word spoken, the writing was on the wall - "language is the largest currency transcending boundaries, race,legion. if you rich in it you can take this world for a ride and owe any thing".

Finally Here i am with a dime of this currency, into the world of blogging, a writers paradise where every view is put under public scrutiny. This is my first blog and like any first species of its race, there is a fear associated with it. A fear of uncertainty, with no sets of rules drawn out and no path marked out in the wilderness of already existing world teeming with numerous souls striving for epitome, i will just look out for survival, knowing about and securing the basic elements that will help those following this one to survive. Like every father who has expectations attached with his first kid, i had mine too, but i hope that the burden of expectation is not so much that the soul of this blogging will be crushed under it. With the subsequent versions, i hope the paradigm will shift from basic survival instincts to more vibrant one ready to take on its contemporaries. Fingers will be crossed as i have invested my dime in this world, and no matter how poor i am, i will be in pursuit of dreams. After all its dream not the dime whose loss matters. Bye till the next time when i resurface with more of real world encounters.