It’s so weird when your heart suddenly ceases to avow and…and what you can perceive is just its muteness. At times, it hurts; it squeezes u from inside. And sometimes its insufferable insolence becomes bane of your life. It feels like your heart is on the blink. It is so adamant and impudent that it would do anything but nothing to ease your infliction. They say,” Silence is a true friend who never betrays.” But what if your true friend becomes your greatest foe with arms at the ready. What if despite lulling, it aggravates your pain; despite tranquillising, it exacerbates and anguishes you.
Love! Uh…it’s just a word. It’s just a word until someone special gives it a meaning. For someone it may not be prominent but for some other it may be the last thing he wished his genie for. But you see, unfortunately there are no genies in this echt world. So no one exhibits power to grant wishes. You are all aloof here boxing at close quarters with your own nostalgic feelings and emotions, striving to find your very own existence in this so called world of agape love.
Nocturnal silence! The biggest antagonist of agape love. When everything around you lays off, and sky gets suffused with heavenly bodies, nocturnal silence sets off. It bumps into your heart in the darkest hour of the night. It savours and relishes your inability to cope the fateful nexus of enigma. It creates a catch 22 situation for you. And in the obliviousness you feel alienated from the world. Your psyche wanders unconsciously here and there in search of cognition. But your incognizant heart, wholly deaf and blind in love, is even ready to cross the Rubicon. It is Neanderthal and insensitive at times. It is willing to renounce everything just for the sake of an ephemeral thought of its love. And the ones who used to be great friends once become treasonist. You feel like you are possessed. You try to deal with the concept of love as distinct from possession but couldn’t separate them. Your irrepressible yearning to be with your love shatters you. Unable to sleep, you are away with the fairies. A commotion of thoughts whirling in your head keeps you awake.
A man may survive in a battle of lethal weapons but a man hit by love cannot escape unscathedly. Saviour or destroyer; whatever mask it may wear, but when it hits a person, it leaves its ineradicable impression. Even in excruciation, it gives you a reason to live and a reason to die for.
So what I feel is, one must fall in love at least once. They say,” Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.” Love is such an important experience that the pain of losing someone you love is better than not having loved that person at all.
– Akshay Kaushal