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Friday, February 14, 2014

I can't REMEMBER to FORGET you

I can feebly recall this line of melody carved with those beautiful sketch pens at the feet of my diary a long time ago. It read:

“Everyone says you only fall in love once, but that’s not true, because every time I see you, I fall in love all over again- Anonymous”.

A nice collection!

Love to me, is like one feather of an infectious psychosomatic syndrome. Because from the day I started to drink it, I remain intoxicated hitherto. And as the time fleet, its cells ignite to multiply and capture every compartment of the four chambers of my little heart. Now that my heart is totally drenched with the blood of love, it is sensitive to the pain of withdrawals and separations.

History has it that, the legendary poets like John Keats, Oscar Wild, Lord Byron, Robert Browning and Matthew Arnold have died young from this disease. Their poems speak with a heavily ruined emotional spirits contaminated with the poison of love. It is so remorseful that their time died without any discovery of medication for love. And even at this century or more to come, I feel no human can discover a drug to eliminate the pain caused due to love.

Amusingly, the strange thing of love is that it acts like a device, highly sophisticated and sensitive to the amount of love we retain against the test of time. Distance is not a variable that affects the weather of love unless we fall from the constant room temperature. Thus, distance simply matters the space between the minds, not our hearts.

I always remind my love that I will never take love as a dictionary of substitutes. I said because people with a strong financial muscle often express love in the form of wealth. But I don’t envy since a poor guy like me can give my love in the form of love to my love who give me love. This has been the personal constitution that we follow in the kingdom of our life since the last six years.  

Subsequently, no occasion died hungry of our participation. From New Year to the end of the year, from Valentines to our Birthday, we dance on the roller coaster of our love. But the love that I drank today (Valentine’s Day) is so special that the adjectives available in the dictionary can cause more harm than good to describe it.

I have never realized the degree of her attention in cultivating our love. It is so surprising that before our separation, she has left a hand-woven love letter and a special cactus flower for me with one of my mate for today’s Valentines. 
The seed of love that can grow in any sterile place

However, reading a hand crafted love letter at this technological era is like performing a Zhungdra (traditional song) by our aged to the group of the young audiences. Like those young mock while the old sings, my friends would prank while I read those beautiful lyrics.
The hand woven letter that I read at 30

All in all, I loved the cactus flower for the reason that it symbolized the strength of our love. Like the cactus that has the capacity to grow in the dehydrated desert, our love will perform miracle to bloom in any kind of sterile circumstances. I knew then that, “Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter” as said by John Keats.
“Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage” –Lao Tzu


  1. Very touching piece. A wonderful V-DAY to u and ur love one!



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