"I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,in secret, between the shadow and the soul."-Pablo Neruda.
Love can also be harmful,I figured out.It hurts..yes..and sometimes to an extent that it becomes fatal for you.But more often than not,it has already become a habit, by the time your realise its darkness has started overshadowing your goodness. And then..like most cliched situations, you realise you have gone way too far to do a reverse gear.So you practice love. Sometimes meaninglessly. In the dark.On a dark afternoon,or a darker morning.
And you start soaking,not basking... in the darkness.You start fearing,not loving...in the darkness.You start thinking,not being...in the darkness.The part of your brain which was defeated by your heart,once upon a yellow time-takes over. Retaliates.Quarrels.Trusting that you will listen to her and open the window..to let in the fresh scented air.To let out the damp bitter moisture. To clear the silver grey cobwebs clogging your freedom. Fight the darkness, she says. Take the greatest risk..climb the highest peak..dont sell your soul to adversities,just because you fear the dark.
Then the battle begins...between the shadow and the soul..and what lies in between.If you win, you run the risk of losing the war...if you loose, you are in war !
Love can also be harmful,I figured out.It hurts..yes..and sometimes to an extent that it becomes fatal for you.But more often than not,it has already become a habit, by the time your realise its darkness has started overshadowing your goodness. And then..like most cliched situations, you realise you have gone way too far to do a reverse gear.So you practice love. Sometimes meaninglessly. In the dark.On a dark afternoon,or a darker morning.
And you start soaking,not basking... in the darkness.You start fearing,not loving...in the darkness.You start thinking,not being...in the darkness.The part of your brain which was defeated by your heart,once upon a yellow time-takes over. Retaliates.Quarrels.Trusting that you will listen to her and open the window..to let in the fresh scented air.To let out the damp bitter moisture. To clear the silver grey cobwebs clogging your freedom. Fight the darkness, she says. Take the greatest risk..climb the highest peak..dont sell your soul to adversities,just because you fear the dark.
Then the battle begins...between the shadow and the soul..and what lies in between.If you win, you run the risk of losing the war...if you loose, you are in war !
