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Love is peace Peace is life Life has to end But... Love has no end Like always, he was humming the songs of love while cleaning the road, spinning his broom with each new verse, trying to play at tunes. As the dawn cleaned the darkness of night, he used to purify the soul of his thoughts but everyday he got entangled in another web by the charm of her love. She used to answer his riddles of love and he waited for her everyday, sometimes intentionally and sometimes without any reason. The petals are to be loved with the pain of thorns The love is to die, if the pain is warm. While undulating her charm, Mary smiled and moved forward while whispering some words. Jim did the futile effort to listen but failed like always. On a routine basis, with the new sunshine another riddle was there to be uttered and then to be solved. Jim was playing with the thoughts cleaning the roads and listening to unsaid.     Love comes to me    with the steam of tea    coveri

Shakespeare once said, "Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind." True love is a rare kind of love which the heart depicts and mind accepts. True love is free form the clutches of betrayal, dishonesty and deception. There are two types of love, one being the worldly love which we see around us. People meet, interact and then separate their ways suddenly and it seems like they never met. Some fake love intentionally and for some, true love is not in their fate. Those who fake love intentionally do it only for their own benefit and once their benefit is achieved, they separate themselves from love. Those who are not destined to love truly are decided by their fate, the unpredictable "Kismet". I want to share one of my life experiences in which I witnessed true love and saw it depart only because it was not fated. True love knows no age. I had my Grandfather who loved me so much because I was the first child in my family. Wherever he went, he took me with him.

As a child, I grew up surrounded by fairytales. In particular, I remember this blue book of fairy tales that my sisters and I read to ourselves whenever we were bored. The stories weaved together tales of adventure, magic, mischief and most clearly, true love. My primary exposure to true love was thus a completely illusory concept consisting of a single encounter and a pretty ball gown. Cinderella and Prince Charming danced together once and he tore the countryside apart looking for the one he could not live without. Prince Philip met Sleeping Beauty in the woods and one dance had him battling a dragon and defeating an evil sorceress to get to his beloved again. It was romantic, it was passionate, and it was utterly deceiving. Of course, as I got older and reached my teenage years, realizing that love was not like the fairytales, I turned to my next best source: American movies and television. Here, I was told that love was expressed in big gestures. Whether it be Patrick’s serenade o

On my way back home, the university bus stopped at a traffic signal and I saw a little boy begging there. He came to us and asked for some money. But our bus driver, so tired of the heavy traffic, scolded him away. Tears rolled down his cheeks and he went while mumbling in Punjabi , “If you can’t give money, at least you can show some love!” Saying this, he went to another car and our bus also moved but I… I was struck there, thinking about what kind of love he was asking for? If he has not experienced love in his life, have we? Have I? Does true love really exist? Is it possible in real life to get sincere love?  A lot of questions arose in my mind.  For an hour long journey in the bus, I kept on wondering about the true love I had in my life. I thought of every relationship I have like all my friends, class fellows, cousins, relatives and everyone but couldn't find anyone of them perfect as the true love. Sadness enveloped my mind as I got stuck at th e thought th

It’s high time we change the meaning of “L.O.V.E.” The entire world defines love as this “intense feeling of deep affection.” It is a feeling, something that everyone might have felt at least once in their lifetime. But, having spent years and years in this world, one thing is for sure, love isn’t a feeling. It is much, much more. All the gen Xers need to know that true love is an enacted emotion, it is to feel and act accordingly. One can have strong feelings about the opposite gender, and a young girl or boy may feel that he/she is unable to live without the other person, but that doesn’t mean you love that so and so. As a human being, love is a highly relational term. You can love things, and people, that do not love you back. You can love a place, a game of chess, but people have mostly been directional. There is always a beloved and one lover, where you target your energies. True Love is when one person wholly believes in another person and shows it in every possible way an

Love is a weird phenomenon, experienced even when we don't know the word for it...and sometimes from places, things or people oblivious of its existence. Love, even in its shallowest form, never leaves a soul without longing, a heart without tenderness or an eye without a tear. In its deeper forms however it is an independent presence, an ocean, which grows, roars and enjoys its solitude at par in might with the glacier that melts into its presence. It is unimaginable how anyone ever came up with the idea of classifying love. Anything and everything that ever dares to melt a heart or talk to a soul for no matter what split of a second can be none other than ...true love! The only constant this universe has ever had. Deep beneath the soil Love is sought and shared to be the light of your eyes is gathered and brought to be the day of your nights is spread and filled to be the strength of your smiles. Every being is formed of love, fond of love, formed to l

True Love - a topic that, when introduced in a conversation, is sure to get everyone involved and everyone involved is also sure to have a different opinion on it. One doesn’t really need to meet any requirements to have a valid opinion on the matter; so all opinions are equally valid. However, as True Love isn’t a science, there are only opinions and not facts nor laws. Views regarding True Love vary greatly. Its existence is a long standing argument with the cynics calling it nothing but a childish fantasy and believers calling it as real as the Sun itself. Among the believers there are further debates regarding which type of love can be considered ‘True’. The romantics claiming Romeo & Juliet as an accurate representation and the not so romantic citing their love for God, family & country. In its definition, True Love is unconditional and eternal.  The love we have for our families is most definitely not True Love. Not to misunderstand; we love our families bu

For me, the capacity to be alone is the capacity to love. It might seem paradoxical, but its an existential truth. As far as my vision perceives, only the people who are capable of being alone are capable of loving and sharing. They are capable of going to the deepest core of the other person without possessing the other and without reducing the other person to a thing. Love is something which knows no boundaries. It has no limitations, nothing about profit or loss. It is something where you are concerned about the other person's situation as you would be about your own. Oh Love! I have seen what you can do. I have seen you at work, bringing people closer and ripping them apart the next minute, tearing them to shreds and bringing them back up again. You certainly are a very powerful thing. For some you’re a blessing and for some you are a curse. Some say you are the very reason of existing and some say you’ve made them shallow. Oh love! If I was to be asked, I would say, I wa

True love is a feeling that can’t be expressed in words- An astonishing and blissful mixture of various emotional states... You will experience joy, sadness, self-contentment, altruism, and of course, many trials and tribulations in its path. The one who deserves to be truly loved is only my Allah Almighty because He is our creator and loves us unconditionally! He is the one who never leaves us alone- even if we are sleeping, he is there to guard us. We can feel Him all around us like a whorl of fragrance... Even if we are on the wrong path, He will be the one waiting for us to return to Him and will welcome us after forgiving all our sins and mistakes. Narrated Abu Hurairah: The Prophet said, “Allah says, I am just as My slave thinks I am,  and I am with him if he remembers Me. If he remembers Me in himself, I too, remember him in Myself; and if he remembers Me in a group of people, I remember him in a group that is better than them; and if he comes one span nearer to Me, I go on

The easiest way to die, I’ve heard, is through poison. So, poison is what I had asked for that day. Chacha Ghulam Deen, the 60 years old high-spirited owner of the general store, was busy chatting with one of his customers. That was good, for the hardest job in this world might be to attain some rat poison from Chacha without telling him the species, colour, size, and maybe some evidence about the presence of rats in our house. So, I asked Jamal, the junior, to give me some. But maybe, the day was entirely unlucky for me, as Jamal, on hearing my request, immediately went to Chacha to ask where he kept the rat poison. Chacha, with a quick glance at me, gave Jamal one of the jars from the side cabinets. “Perhaps my day is not that wretched! At least my last wish of obtaining this poison was fulfilled,” I thought grimly. I took the small packet of rat poison from Jamal and made my way to the mustard fields I was so fond of. I had always loved the sunny yellow flowers with the green le

I saw my beloved in all I saw! True love is a divine illusion. The balmy rays of this serene sunshine lead your deserted soul to an oasis, lush with the scenery of beloved and drenched with the seraphic dew. I saw my beloved in all I saw. At times revealed, at times hidden. He was a mighty proclaimer of love. The blazing fire within him used to smile at the petty volcanoes inside me. Each day, I used to witness his restlessness to see his Loved One, yet professing that he saw the One in all he saw. The day he was granted the permission, it was I who was selected to be experimented on first and there I was; the hefty mountain was yet too delicate to behold the Light and was burnt to cinders and ashes. The blackened soot of  Toor whitened my muddy hands when I caressed its blue book. Laughed gleefully through blooming flowers. Crooned in nightingale's melodious songs. The tickling of mad sea waves at the mighty mountain ignited its fiery volcano and challenged it to ma

True love. What could it be? Sat there for times to write something about it, always thought it's not going to work out. Well, I was not told to actually tell the "definition" of true love. So, giving it a go! Roaming around the world, we are always finding for peace of mind- intentionally or unintentionally. Sometimes we won't admit that we want someone to love us. We do. We always do. Well, this need is never going to be fulfilled. How can it be when I can't find love in things that were designed for me and when I can't love them the same way I want to be loved. Actually, do you know what love is? It's when you don't let the people around you, down. When you see them, they make you feel happy, contented. When you stop caring about what's in the pocket over their chest, rather care about what's underneath that, which is the heart. It is when you do the smallest things for them. Am I going towards worldly love? Well, be clear, thi