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Love is Simply Speechless…

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The language of Love knows no boundaries though it may not express itself in words, but deep within it lasts a lifetime amidst all the pain in its simplicity…

 “I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,

or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,

in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms

but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;

thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,

risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.

I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;

so I love you because I know no other way than this:

where I does not exist, nor you,

so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,

so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.”

2014 in review

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The year of 2014 wasn’t much characterised by my avid blogging, perhaps some bad times, sometimes the pressures of work & many more things that disturbed my mind or left me┬áperturbed in some way or the other.

But the few times that I jotted down a few words they really touched my heart & made me feel happier & lighter perhaps it’s the feeling of connecting to souls that brought me back to life. This is one sign that definitely not keep me away from my blog for long, for the lovely people who keep following me Have faith, I will definitely give you some good reads a tad too often in 2015…

Have a fabulous New Year 2015 folks…Spread Love, Care, Benevolence Around You !!!

Here’s an excerpt:

A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 370 times in 2014. If it were a cable car, it would take about 6 trips to carry that many people.

Click here to see the complete report.

A Gentle Retrospect into 2014 before Goodbye

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The moments leading up to the New Year sometimes remind us before we pop the champagne and celebrate, to stop, and reflect on the year that has gone by, to remember both
Our triumphs and our missteps,
Our promises made and broken,
the times we opened ourselves up to great adventures…
or closed ourselves down for fear of getting hurt, because that’s what New Year’s all about ,
Getting another chance, a chance to forgive. to do better, to do more, to give more, to love more, and to stop worrying about “What if…?”
and start embracing “What will be?”
so when the clock strikes 12 at midnight, and the fireworks light up the sky.
Let’s remember to be nice to each other, kind to each other, and not just tonight but all year-long…

She will always be the ‘One’

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We always seem to suppress emotions to the extent that it eventually leads to either a memorable end
Or just a sporadic outburst of them in the End.
You may walk past her everyday,
Waiting for a moment to see her smile,
or Long to Even hear the words ‘Hi’ or ‘Thanks’ from her lovely lips

And wander past the streets on the day you just missed a glimpse of her,
Feeling so lost as ever
Just because you Never gathered up the courage to confess
how much you Adored & loved her.

You loved her when you first saw her happily grabbing a bite at lunch although
you never had a morsel that day however hungry you were,

the day she was helpless in the rain & you walked her home,
the days when she looked fabulous or
even the days she looked terribly unkempt with her lovely hair undone…
The fact is that you Loved her just from the Moment You First Saw Her Because that’s when you knew what “Love” ever was…
She Was Just the Epitome of Perfection you ever knew…no one else could ever come close…
Even when suddenly she walked away silently leaving your world desolate.

She will always remain the ONE

My Heart Beats when I spoke Love

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I could hear my heart beating
I could hear everyone’s heart,
I hear the Noise that they’re making
Not one of us moved not even when the gloominess of darkness fell upon us all…

As the Beating Heart is all that I cared for as some way somehow I connected to feeling named Love that Moment
Through the Silence & Isolation of Darkness…

Desires of belonging…

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Faith, trust, belief in everything takes a step back,
When all I see is the progressive path that lay beyond.
It maybe one for loner, laden with trials & tribulations which I’m completely not prepared to welcome with open arms,
But nevertheless it’s one which I may not see beyond as dreams is what may drive me lifelong amidst this momentary world,
I may relinquish my pleasures of smiles, love & belonging which my life is drowned in…
But did somebody touch me in a way I never felt before…
I feel as though dancing in the dilemma of choice & direction to stay away from you…
Why is this desire of belonging always so difficult to cope with ???