-------------------------------------------Subhagata
Goswami
I
am at that crux of my contradictory life, where I really do not know, what is
left in me to LET GO.
A part of my paranoiac concrete-walled device, which I try to call a heart, attempts to block any minute opening on its tattered walls, to prevent the welcoming of the warmth and luminescence of love and affection. An over presence of human contact disgusts me at times, and I seek my respite in dark rooms and utter silence. Here is a lady, cold, perfect in her light, and has never known tears.
And then, there is the girl. The girl whose eyes shimmer with a magic greater than galaxies, and a light, magnificent than the sweltering afternoon sun... For she wishes to believe in all things utopian. She finds her peace in helping others to find their peace...and during this weary process, a part of her damaged heart, brims with the greatest and strongest of all emotions: LOVE. As she guides the rest with love, she seeks the same with her glittering eyes....seeking with greater vigour, despite the wounds she receives from some. Her love knows no expectations, her love is tireless, but she is weary… And more often than not, she craves for a shoulder to rest her head on, and warm hands to hold her tight.
I don't know what do I let go? The love? The perfection? The desire? Or the stoic practicality?
The conflict is endless with the nights to come. But tonight, the lady and the girl, both decide to let go of certain souls. Not everyone is a traveller seeking refuge in her sacred temple. Some are trespassers seeking to loot, corrupt and desire nothing but self-centred pleasure.
A part of my paranoiac concrete-walled device, which I try to call a heart, attempts to block any minute opening on its tattered walls, to prevent the welcoming of the warmth and luminescence of love and affection. An over presence of human contact disgusts me at times, and I seek my respite in dark rooms and utter silence. Here is a lady, cold, perfect in her light, and has never known tears.
And then, there is the girl. The girl whose eyes shimmer with a magic greater than galaxies, and a light, magnificent than the sweltering afternoon sun... For she wishes to believe in all things utopian. She finds her peace in helping others to find their peace...and during this weary process, a part of her damaged heart, brims with the greatest and strongest of all emotions: LOVE. As she guides the rest with love, she seeks the same with her glittering eyes....seeking with greater vigour, despite the wounds she receives from some. Her love knows no expectations, her love is tireless, but she is weary… And more often than not, she craves for a shoulder to rest her head on, and warm hands to hold her tight.
I don't know what do I let go? The love? The perfection? The desire? Or the stoic practicality?
The conflict is endless with the nights to come. But tonight, the lady and the girl, both decide to let go of certain souls. Not everyone is a traveller seeking refuge in her sacred temple. Some are trespassers seeking to loot, corrupt and desire nothing but self-centred pleasure.
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