I've put her in trouble which doesn't just take her through psychological and philosophical conflicts, but pushes her into a much more physical torture. I, now, carry a burden of my ignorance which has affected the life of my fellow being, someone from whom I've learnt to care. Sometimes, life can be so unforgiving. I guess, this cruelty is actually the other part of reality or an indication which many religion understand as an opportunity to kiss the truth.
It was an innocent attempt to reveal my fears and love, blending it with the quest for eternity. She tried to nurture it, she tried to absorb it but then the imaginary world of mine ate away completely not only her relationships but also her smooth future. A large amount of poison which originally had generated by my consciousness was served in a merciless bowl to her. She is still drinking it assuming it to be hers. Who will forgive me, who will absolve me of this undesirable destruction I've caused in the life of this dear being. I've loved her. Do I've the right to love?
Only after many months I've realized to some extent her situation. Amidst the unknown games of circumstances, the sweetheart is being crushed every now and then under the illusion of her own 'choice'. The nature has made me an instrument and she'd been the sad notes out of it. Ah! How the chords have loved her. What a net it is, where I want to love, where I can love but she can't be loved. It's such a beautifully planned maze carved, taking positively, just to offer realizations to both of us. Alas, less smiles and more of tears.
Online, and the distance between the two bodies; and the result of it; I've hated it. Where for the whole world this dilemna of mine is unimportant and useless, I tend to mark it with the most important fissures of development.
The realization-
None can understand my reality. None can live the life which is mine
Waste it is if I beg for help. Worthless it is if I expect others' breath
It's a path for all where we must walk alone
Let's love and know what love is
For you, for me
Bless us with buddhi. Mercy. It's turbulence here and a part or, maybe, the larger pot is with her.
It was an innocent attempt to reveal my fears and love, blending it with the quest for eternity. She tried to nurture it, she tried to absorb it but then the imaginary world of mine ate away completely not only her relationships but also her smooth future. A large amount of poison which originally had generated by my consciousness was served in a merciless bowl to her. She is still drinking it assuming it to be hers. Who will forgive me, who will absolve me of this undesirable destruction I've caused in the life of this dear being. I've loved her. Do I've the right to love?
Only after many months I've realized to some extent her situation. Amidst the unknown games of circumstances, the sweetheart is being crushed every now and then under the illusion of her own 'choice'. The nature has made me an instrument and she'd been the sad notes out of it. Ah! How the chords have loved her. What a net it is, where I want to love, where I can love but she can't be loved. It's such a beautifully planned maze carved, taking positively, just to offer realizations to both of us. Alas, less smiles and more of tears.
Online, and the distance between the two bodies; and the result of it; I've hated it. Where for the whole world this dilemna of mine is unimportant and useless, I tend to mark it with the most important fissures of development.
The realization-
None can understand my reality. None can live the life which is mine
Waste it is if I beg for help. Worthless it is if I expect others' breath
It's a path for all where we must walk alone
Let's love and know what love is
For you, for me
Bless us with buddhi. Mercy. It's turbulence here and a part or, maybe, the larger pot is with her.
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