Wednesday, December 24, 2008

The Four Lettered Word


" Through Love, I tasted the spirit of life
Curing one pain, it yielded yet another one"
~ Mirza Ghalib


The truth. Love hurts.
The truth. Love heals.

Exactly how much, in what measure, what time, where,when - all unknown.
There are pointers every where.
Road signs.
Driving directions.
Danger signs.
How to use directions.
Dosage.

But there is no dosage for love. At least none explicitly specified. No sign or warning that beyond this it hurts . Or beyond this it heals.
How does one know?
How does one know when to stop?
How does one know when to reboot?

When I was not in love I was looking for some thing. Some thing strong. A central core to my existence. Now when I am in love correction madly in love I look around, I look within, I stand out side and peep inside. Some times I fall, I cry, I trip and I realise there ain't no directions or signs cause its a journey that I trace with my head and my heart and some times my soul to lead me to that one moment that makes it all worthwhile. That's when I know that I cross the hurt and enter the heal.

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