Thursday, September 08, 2005

Till you are here resting with me

By a slight glance at the entries below, one would almost be forced to believe that the person he is dealing with has a heart of stone and a passion of a dead tree; and I am sure that they might be almost right. Why, the very important subject of love is not even grazed or touched upon in any of the 7 entries below. Such heartlessness, such cruelty, such inhuman behavior.

But alas! that is not so, how much I try to be or try not to be inhuman, I cannot escape from the very clutches of the most powerful force in the universe; love. No matter how far I run from it, it continues to haunt me day and night.

How lucky it is to be a human and be able to experience love. Life is beautiful, as I always maintain and the reason behind it is love. The kind and patient smile of a mother to her child; The heartburns of a boy, when he missed his beloved; The friend who would gave up his live for the sake of friendship. That is love.

The above passage reveals the very ignorance of me in this matter. I know so little yet feel a lot. How strange it is. I am what I am, I do what I want, but I can't breath till you are resting here with me.

2 comments:

radiohead said...

hey joney i never felt u r hard hearted. U r the most kind person of our batch. Very helpful. And for sure love influences evryone.

johney said...

I wish it were true.