Time is the greatest saint. It goes on and on and on to reach eternity. Nothing and nobody can stop it, slow it down, hasten it, or turn it back from its path. It moves on in its own sweet desired pace, ticking away to glory.
The only truly worthy competitor it has is love. Love and only love. Love is content in itself. It neither has to prove itself nor struggle for recognition. Just like time. And ultimately, it is love that wins. No matter for how long the tireless legs of time keep on walking to reach the ultimate, it is love that outgrows time, outlives time. Through the blue fires of millions and millions of mornings and the dark stillness of numberless nights.Through green springs , sparkling summers, painful autumns, and numb winters. Through many a hide and seek game of the souls. It rises far above the horizons of time. Love transcends time.
Actually, neither of them try to compete with each other, because time is the saint, and love is innocent. But ultimately, it is love that stands- above time, away from time, every time. When timelessness descends and the whole creation dissolves, only Love will survive; as a dry drop of tear at God's feet, as a faint whiff of fragrance of a petal pressed between yellowed pages, as a silvery mist of gathered emotions, as a forgotten melody humming away itself in timelessness......
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Monday, February 15, 2010
Choices
What tires a traveller
more than his ardous journey
and the millions of steps yet to take;
are the simplest of choices that he has to make....
Standing at such a point,
my heart is lost and listless;
Oh! woe is my emotional being
unable to trigger my unsung songs
How, for EVERYTHING, my heart longs....
Could I suck in every rose's fragrance?
Could I dance to every single tune ?
Could I slep on every blade of grass?
Could I lose myself in every mind's dune?
more than his ardous journey
and the millions of steps yet to take;
are the simplest of choices that he has to make....
Standing at such a point,
my heart is lost and listless;
Oh! woe is my emotional being
unable to trigger my unsung songs
How, for EVERYTHING, my heart longs....
Could I suck in every rose's fragrance?
Could I dance to every single tune ?
Could I slep on every blade of grass?
Could I lose myself in every mind's dune?
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