Love's Labour Lost-2

I smile and I thank him for all the blessings that he's bestowed upon me?Do I ask him for more?Surely,he wouldn't deny me,would he?Everything that happens in the cosmos does so for a reason,GOD knows best,saves you from something good so that you can get the best,what if I don't deserve the best?I think about her and I realize how naive and innocent she was and yet at the same time so gifted at the art of comforting any lost soul without even an iota or hint of what plagued that soul.I envisioned her,emanating divine light,she looked serene and smiled at me,the image alleviated my fears and an ocean of calm spread throughout my ravaged mind.Can love be stratified?Is love bounded by the traditional realm of kinsman-ship and familiarity?Not many would have the courage to admit that this may be rationalisation at its peak!Relations need not necessary relate to understanding or even commonality.The very parents who brought you up might be the ones who know the least about you,after all,there does exist a difference between rearing and raising,and the former is true to some extent in most of the families that put up a facade of being righteous and steadfast,claiming to be well knit because they allow absolutely no discretion at all.The space you needed to unwind was the space they denied on the pretext of you being aloof.

Love's labour lost-1

As I contemplate and try to figure what would be the most apt way of encompassing what different emotions mean,I'm pleasantly surprised to recognize the fact that the inspiration to this might be someone who I merely scoffed at once,which now seems almost human since I chose to judge not realizing my own shortcomings;I hope I can forgive myself,the great injustice suffered by the judge rather than the one who was being judged.I made the mistake but was fortunate that life smiled and showed me her lovely forgiving guise rather than the harsh and rebuking one that many cynical mortals like yours truly may actually deserve.What is love?I may not be able to do justice to this wonderful emotion but mere words never did actually suffice,to say the least.Some are blessed to have known its different facets,felt it,experienced its healing and often miraculous effect.When I reflect,ponder and reminisce about the past now which seems like an age gone by,I realize that I was engulfed in this Elysium that was carved out by mere mortals just like me whose actions would live on and reflect upon the intention of our creations in a spirited and almost ethereal manner.I will ever be grateful to these wonderful people and more so to one particular individual who embodied the impossible in a delightful and awe inspiring way.I judged her,lest I will be judged and she was the beacon of light that shone through when I was being dragged deep down into a hell which my inhibitions had etched out.I thank her now but a mere thanks would be a rather poor return;a smile sweeps across my face when I realize that she did nothing to gain a profitable return,I smile,for she would have definitely berated me for being so terribly materialistic.Words fail me when I think of her and ironic as it may seem,I try hard to immortalize her in my rather poor rendering of these very words which will never be successful in captivating the essence of what she will always mean.

Existence?Boon or Bane?

As my thoughts recede into the obscurity of my mind,I search for that ray of hope that will sustain me when I've given up,when my self belief says that nothing I do will suffice to keep me afloat in this turbulent torrent of my thoughts.I look about me and everything that promised of a better existence may actually be a bane to the very existence of what defines me.As a kid,when nothing made sense and everything was decided based on an irrational impulse that was forgiven with a smile or even a gift,the cruel and oft unforgiving nature of life rattles the very fabric of my existence.Why should I complain?I've been blessed but the complaint is merely my soul crying to be heard above the din of my boisterous existence.How ironic it is that people say life gives you something which you can always handle,then why does this reasoning fail so emphatically when we're at the eye of the storm?We then vent and fume and bicker and curse while life snickers in the shadows chiding us,even mocking us for being so confident about being able to handle everything that it metes out to us.Are we really in control of our so called "LIVES" or mere pawns in a game of chess?Is there a pattern to our existence or are we the pattern itself that is etched on to the canvas of time.The answer to this lies with us or within us,even the choice to wherein it lies,ironically,is decided by us.This may be a terrifying thought or a soothing one;the quest for redemption in our hands?More often than not,man has failed to prove his mettle when it came to sustaining the truth,which comes as no surprise whatsoever.Greed,jealousy,hatred,injustice plague our society,who is to be blamed?I experience a gut wrenching thought,is this a divine plan that was due to run its course from the very inception of time or the proof that we always need someone pulling the strings like a puppet show.We still exist,that should suffice for now,however mundane our existence is!Finally,I arrive at what would seem the most apt conclusion;Our existence,Boon or Bane?Conclusion?