To come up with a word or two on love one needs to start with a torch of courage in one hand and an impossible friendship in the other. The idea came to me few days back while returning back to the heat in my room after work leaving behind the evening. Let me stress further on this impossible friendship I have stumbled upon. To me the impossibility of a friendship did not reside in bringing together two people from either poles. Somehow the impossibility here indicated to me the possibility of a deep rooted fulfillment which two people have found amongst themselves and have then succumbed to with a sense of satisfaction never seen before. I read something more beautiful to describe the cause of such a saturating happiness more appropriately.
"A principal fruit of friendship, is the ease and discharge of the fullness and
swellings of the heart, which passions of all kinds do cause and induce."
A week back, walking past the various unnamed trees that sway their leaves to disrupt the lifelessness of silent, scorching afternoons, I felt a loneliness sinking inside and dragging me down. Much like a saviour to escape me from that oppressive pull an epiphany arrived and whispered to me. It said that there exists a face of loneliness looking at which one finds reflected the depths of his strengths, rather forces, that buoyant up one in face of such strange, despairing desolation.
Long after two hearts have distended enough, to reach each other through bonds that stretch far beyond the reach of their individual lives and their limited, measured capabilities, comes a promise to stick together even when the dreams end and the passions dry up. Perhaps, now that i can write about rising above the last thread of subtly coveted selfishness, I know a thing or two about love.
In the end colourless sadness and ceaseless procrastination open gates for greater words and musings which put an end to writer's block (if you know what I mean! :D.. )
