A bit of 'Lawv'

ok so finally done with my vivas, am glad they are over..haven't written anything meaningful for a long time now..so lets talk about love. i know i know, you'll be saying not again...why love?
then i shall say why not love? i am not necessarily talking of the old and dreary relationship between two individuals who are not connected by blood or other ties of filial or extraneous affection..pardon me but i am a law student, and my thinking is changing!! so i shall be looking at the archaic and done to death concept of love through the eye of a law student, a law critic,maybe even a law skeptic...using the tools of law..so old discussion, dazzling new method...TADA...talk about advertising myself !!!

So let us engage in what love is? what is it...how can u grasp its meaning..there are so many types and typologies of love...you have passion,desire,affection, liking, belonging and even lust being confused with love. So is there one meaning of 'love'..can it be so tangibly separated from the plethora of emotions mentioned above that it can establish its identity as itself...a tangible definable emotion by itself with no overlapping or confusion with possibly any other emotion...according to me, that cannot be done...so logically we would come to the conclusion that love is nothing but a derivative of all these emotions.. that is to say that love is determined by one or more of these emotions at any given period of time in the continuum of a relationship..This is not a value judgment of course. Love being governed by so many other emotions would only add to its color even more, so i would like to think to tie the color of love only to the color of passion i.e. red is most unjust and plain stupid. i mean add some pink for affection,some yellow for happiness, some blues for longing and some greens for jealousy and insecurities..and there you have a whole gamut of emotions making up the rainbow of love...yeah the whole point of this post is to say that love is a rainbow of emotions..duh! so the next time u need to gift that special one something on valentines day make sure to include all the colors of the rainbow in it....sprinkle some more yellows and oranges for cheering up purposes considering the state of affairs in this recession period. :)

Beautiful eyes, beautiful face

Beautiful eyes, beautiful face,
I'm shy to talk to you.
You're the eagle I must watch
No matter what I do.

You're the beauty, wild and free,
The mistress of my eyes,
Rolling through exultant air,
Alone in pristine skies.

I would take you for my own
Could I but have your wings,
Could I but go where night begins
And frozen sunlight sings.

Could I but have you for my love,
How might we fly together!
But I must watch you from below
And long for you forever.
But I must be the one below
And long for you forever.

ps: Not my work...taken off the internet...Just wanted to share some beauty with all :)

Luck by chance--Musings of a tired soul

I have lost myself and found myself…time and time…over again...It seems after many a day I am re-discovering myself...and its been a painful process because this time I’ve been aware of myself, my body, the existence of my soul and the sharp pains within it. Not that life is all a roller coaster ride down-hill…there have been moments of joy in it…in fact the happy moments though small and difficult to come across are precious and gimme the strength to go on when life is blue. I know my life is not going to be easy, it’s going to be boring and monotonous and very very lonely. But I’m reconciled to the idea that in a few years time I will have to live alone in a small apartment [if not a PG] in a strange city in India, working [hopefully the recession will not affect my chances at a ‘good’ life] in a ‘good’ firm, getting a modest amount of salary and basically surviving on my own. It’s a bleak future to look forward to, but at least there is one! Going to the fish market to buy regular supplies, commuting by public transport, cooking my own food, watching TV in the evenings for recreation and countless other things which I shall need to do on my own, absolutely alone—is the stark reality which faces me today. I am a little daunted by it, a little depressed too—I have to admit. But life is life and we need to face up to it. I’m growing up and shedding my cocoon. I have responsibilities to myself, to those who have given me a lot…an obligation to them who have made me what I am today. I cannot sacrifice my all even if I want to…and want I did. For a few moments I had thought that life will be a bed of roses, a dream come true… a happy life in a distant land. But that is what it was—a dream. You can put it down to my childishness and the day dreamer in my soul but I really believed it would all come true one day, even though I tried to deny it to myself to protect myself from the disappointment of not having my expectations fulfilled. I always believed that every person is a caterpillar waiting to become a butterfly. I thought that one day I too shall shed my shell and become a beautiful butterfly…but when the time came to search for my wings, I realized that it is one of the many mirages that life shows us. It’s only the cocoon that ever accompanies us and we are always so eager to get rid of it…I wish I could become a child again and enjoy the cocoon while it lasted. But I don’t have any regrets today… I dreamt, I lived, I loved and I gave it my all. Whether life works out for you or not is dependent on Fate. Life is after all “Luck by Chance”.

The Pink Letter

I dreamt of the letter again tonight

As the sun came in with its rays so bright 

I stretched out my arms for what is mine 

The pink letter of my countless dreams divine

I try and try to peep in inside, catch a glance

To see what you have written only for me, if I have a chance 

It’s got flowers and lovely ribbons on the outside 

It makes my eyes go a love-struck surprised wide 

And then I see it’s not a letter at all but a beautiful pink card 

With birthday wishes and the lovely handwriting of a feminine bard 

It’s not mine at all, not my name anywhere at all…

Neither in the ‘to’ nor in the ‘from’ 

But there’s the touch of a female form 

I look away in my dreams, unable to bear the pain 

I had been so presumptuous, was so vain. 

Peeping into the past or the future is not my business 

So I shut up and look at the present dizziness 

As days and nights meaninglessly whizz past us... 

I just stay numb and wish that the pink letter was mine. 

But neither have you cared enough nor have I 

It’s been a relationship of convenience from the very start 

I know you’ll say me saying this hurts. 

Good news is that I don’t dream of it anymore 

But the truth doesn’t set you free, 

It just binds you to a greater degree.

Entwined

The little waif checks her image in the mirror a little nervously

She starts walking up the rickety stairs slowly, softly, surreptitiously!

As the wooden floor creaks underneath her light weight,high heels.

She rings the door bell, and so sets into motion fortune's wheels.

The long awaited moment has come at last,when she shall be freed.

A nice little bargain she had struck with the man who had the greed.

The greed for flesh and lust for love entwined.

With no wedding vows nor promises of undying love.

He kissed her lips for he hadn't had enough,then made love.

Gnawing at her slim wrists with a slimmer blade.

Joyous Blood oozed out as turbulent Life began to fade.

She had dreamt of dreams in an unseen heaven,

He found in her lovely corpse his secure haven.

And as her breaths started slowly fading away.

She gave him a white rose for peace to light his way.

He dipped it in her red making it more priceless than a ruby.

She kissed his lips a final time and smiled like a white lily.

He closed her eyes and stuck it in his pocket nonchalantly.

[PS: Nothing personal...Just musings on a random evening]

Perdition

Inhibited Rage fills my mind..

My soul screams for perdition..

Words have stopped...

and I feel trapped..

God please please let me out

--Is all my mind screams.

But there is no divine revelation.

Only blank silences and monologues

With me as its only audience.

Gibberish words making sense to none

Headless images swirling but doesn't fix on one

Poetry has bid a bloody sweet kiss for a goodbye

And the finer emotions are singing their own lullaby

Life has become an euphemism for a senseless rout

As I try to recover from each nauseated bout

Whats wrong..Whats right..Am i going through puberty?

But thats a laughable option coz I'm twenty!

Blankness eats away at a part of my soul

Redemption would come only with something novel

A little piece of heaven is what everyone wants

I want the chaotic Pandemonium of Perdition

For there this rage would be released from its inhibition

And I would pass onto the hellish heaven of mine