your time is yet to come.
“Listen. I don’t like to preach, but here’s some advice. You’ll meet a lot of jerks in life. If they hurt you, remember it’s because they’re stupid. Don’t react to their cruelty. There’s nothing worse than bitterness and revenge. Keep your dignity and be true to yourself.” ― Marjane Satrapi, Persepolis: The Story of a Childhood
“We can only feel sorry for ourselves when our misfortunes are still supportable. Once this limit is crossed, the only way to bear the unbearable is to laugh at it.” ― Marjane Satrapi, Persepolis 2: The Story of a Return
The face in the picture fades. The once loved name ceases to matter. The name which you once worshipped becomes just another word that you know but will never use. The song brings back memories of the days gone by and nostalgia is now tinged with sadness.
Feelings are the worse part,they say. But if you can’t remember that heady feeling, the crest like highs and the bottomless lows, then yours is a heart or a machine, I ask?
Fond memories, warped memories, twisted memories and downright bad memories are all better than having no recollection whatsoever.
What’s the use if everything is so ephemeral, the rational mind harps? You think you have a second chance at everything but you never do. Life is harsh dear girl, get used to it. Shut up, I say. I will listen to you when the time is right (read after I’m dead).
I know everyone is waiting with bated breath for your dreams to shatter, they can enjoy the noise and think, yes we are better off with the practical approach to life. All the pain will be worth it. Now she, the naive whimsical idealistic dreamer will know real pain. Oh victory at last !
O capricious fate you will never win. Not over me. The last laugh may not be mine but it certainly won’t be yours, get it? I live, love , get hurt and go through a gamut of emotions but that doesn’t stop me from delving back in with full force, with all my optimism and enthusiasm. With all I have. Jaded? Me? Never for long. Nothing lasts forever. My yo-yo like nature allows me to spring back from both walk-on-the-cloud-nine happiness and drown-yourself-in-the-drug-of-your-choice sadness. It can happen in an instant and can even take years but happen it will. I am the same old soul, nothing tarnishes me forever.
Who will know the value of dreams if they aren’t shattered? Like the rose tinted glasses I keep handy, it’s okay if they are lost. I will find myself a new one or may be go off without it and see what the fuss is all about.
An earful keeps you going for life.
Love is a delight.
Of delicious aromas and pungent smells.
Love is where silence speaks volumes.
Eyes the true window to soul.
Love is doomed from the beginning.
Expectations paving the way for destruction.
Love is optimism personified.
The glass always appearing half full (of warm soothing amber coloured honey ).
Love is a pessimist’s heaven.
The glass always half empty( of poison).
Love is a boon.
It saved the human race, fierce competition aside leaving space for humanity and humility.
Love is a bane.
An opiate which can leave you feeling high for days, months and years.
Love is a safe cocoon.
Shielding you from harsh reality engulfing you in its kind embrace.
Love is cold-blooded.
Mercilessly breaking hearts which can never be whole again.
Love is a fresh flower.
Wafting its fragrances far and wide.
Love is effervescent.
Perking up sad, sorry days where it’s the only bright spark.
Love is doldrums, sad and static.
Where it’s not love at all but a heady infatuation.
Love is eternal.
Forever and unending, binding until death comes knocking.
Love is in the moment.
The moment is all you have, instantaneous and fleeting.
Love is selfish.
Throbbing with desires and wants.
Love is selfless,
where the I has dissolved.
Love is the light of a thousand shining suns,
gleaming and illuminating the vast empty canvas of life.
Love is the pitch black of the night,
no one in sight,inky blackness all around.
Love is a feeling, a state of mind.
A tender touch, a shared moment, a life together.
Waving off all definitions
Love just IS.