Love, my views.. :)





“And those who were seen dancing, were thought to be crazy, by those who could not hear the music.” ― Friedrich Nietzsche 
                                                   
                                               

I always had a cynical tilt towards this topic and wondered if I would ever  be able to convey it exactly ,simply and  beyond the shame, regrets, shyness , untouched or unaffected by opinions.

Love is nothing more than the most indulging question I have ever solved,
Love is hidden within the expression when you listen to your best song .
Love is the hidden  zeal / the inspiration or a motivator who pushes you to "Do it", beyond the odds.
Love is hidden within the smile of a musician when he thinks, he had played it at his best.
Love is like your mom's word when you are in despair  or at the verge of forfeiting.
Love is your feel  when from nowhere you hear your Dad's words "Don't worry I am always here for you".
Love is hidden within your urge to listen to a song hour after hours,days after days till you have it within you.
Love is within your friend's words "Bhai tu shai hai aur sab galat "


Love is way beyond words "I love you" or talking days and night.There are no thoughts ,nothing rational ,nothing what a book ,movie or world can define .Its like the faith in God ,"we just have it".
"Its like the song of the musician sung in a chapel or temple or a mosque which might force you to think even though for a second that something divine exists.

"Love is  my urge to write this post though when it may connect with a  only or its seem idiotic ,fake,attraction seeking, vulnerable"

"For me, to check its effectiveness, its my willingness to leave an exam to be with the person I love.
Its like  music.
"its all around us ,all we have to do is listen"

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(AUGUST RUSH )

Comments

  1. ashish kumar pathak24 February 2013 at 05:36

    wow yaaar mazaaa aa gayaa padhne mein "). i am in a perfect way with this..

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