To You...

Out I was, in a foreign land,
Under the pressure of work, sucking me down like quick sand,
The sunshine scared, more than appealing,
As it marked another day of work, that never heard - "Life's calling"....

Paternal feelings, and missing mothers touch,
Did not seem to worry me, as I did not have the time to even stretch,
Commitments to life, over shadowed by commitments at work,
There I was, not living but but did lurk....

Saw a glimpse of life, when friends were around,
And wanted to live, before work crushed me to ground,
Did few mistakes, thinking of none but my own,
Then you made me realise, Life is not about you alone....

Now I stand on a hanging bridge,
Looking for balance, to prevent myself falling over the ridge,
And there I see your hand, holding me from the fall,
Not for saving me alone, but to pull me up and tell me..."Answer Life's call"...

When...

When the most softest rain drop, felt like a crushing boulder,
When its mild touch, felt like unbearable heaviness on my shoulder,
When the rain was pouring down, to make a drenched Me to feel colder,
When a warm hug from You is what I wanted, the distance made me cold even more bolder...

When the sweet smell of wet ground, became irritable more than pleasing,
When I asked the clouds above, why this teasing more than easing,
When the clouds answered me, with the rain intensity increasing,
When it was you I wanted to smell in my breathe, before its ceasing...

When the moist wisp of air, that burnt my skin away,
When I saw the trees swinging, happier than ever they did sway,
When I felt they asked me, you always wanted to see us this way,
When I told myself, that you were away...

When did I start feeling, it was strange to walk in the rain,
When did I realize, Missing You is a pain,
When did my world change, that distance would make feel slain,
When would you be back, so that I can be normal again...??

It Ain't...

It ain't about the person, it ain't about the time,
It ain't about the geography, it ain't about the historical background,
It ain't about profession, it ain't about perfection...

It ain't about the words said, but more about whats left unsaid,
It ain't about what YOU are, but more about what WE are,
It ain't loosing myself, but more about finding yourself...

It ain't happening to anyone else,But to your own self,The state where your mind goes silent, and the heart takes over,Its when your heartbeats soars, and the whole world goes slower,

Thats the beauty of a simple yet complex feeling...emotion...or call it whatever you want to...but the whole world calls
it...BEING IN LOVE...!!!

With LOVE...!!!

Well..I am trying to find out a meaning for this feeling that makes someone who falls in it got through a whole roller coaster ride with almost all other feelings...!!

Possesiveness...Happiness...Hatred...Sympathy...Pain...Pleasure and the list could just go on...and this page would end...

But, such an emotion that acts as a root cause for many other emotions depending on the persons then state of mind...such a LOVEly abstract entity...rather the most complicate abstract entity man can ever experience...Is it worth to understand the meaning of this word from a lifeless sheet of paper in the dictionary..??I do not think so...

Many say that, you will not feel the importance of something when you possess it...but with Love...you will not understand the importance of anything/anybody else when Love possesses you...accept it or not...but its the fact...!!!

I am making this statement as general as possible...but put yourself in the place of someone who is in Love...and I think you will agree with me...