I intrinsically feel that I am entering dangerous waters when I am trying to write about love... Why? Because for me love is such a strong feeling that it shakes you totally... Wha can the pen write about something that not even the best can explain and yet everybody can feel? Any expression is bound to fail.... Whn V love somebody, we can not even express it fully with words, gestures..and to write about it.... How do you describe an emotion so rich?? Greed is love for objects... Romance (as in movies) is love for a person..... Nationalism is love for the country....So on!!
So may be I 'll just share what I feel and (don) understand abt it... First thing I have learnt is that feelings change. People change. Times change. Love stays... No matter what you do, it bloody stays! But where is the love I talk about? Is it in the different people I meet? Or is it in the different objects I covet? Is it in the past or will it come in the future? Is it about family? I really don't know. I just feel... But where is it?
Love is in me, I like to think sometimes... Not that I am “the light and the joy the world awaits“ but... Or is it just another lie the world has told me to use me?
OK forget it, Let's talk abt pragmatic love.. Wha about love for people? Is it abt possessin people or seein them happy??.. Wha do people mean by true love??? --- A hypothetical love free of passion, expectations, desire, possession...? If I say “if you love me, then I love you”, is it love, business or practicality?.....Is love even remotely possible? Does selfless/Unconditional love even exist..How many people would recognize love even when it stared them in the face?
For Me,my love is the freedom I seek..... N someday I will be free (may b not!)....N yes, my freedom is not about perfection, it is about love....!! :)
