Possessive Love ...

It’s so comforting to see the pets we nurture as family run to us at our beck & call. The sense of fulfillment reverberates the soul. The pets are fed, bathed & cared for with a lot of zeal & certitude. A lot of our time and energy is consumed while catering to the needs of the animals which we choose as our companions not only for the dark hours of loneliness but also for regular banter. Their being in our Iives gives a feeling of security .Their revelry, playfulness, grunts of ecstasy uplifts the mood. Their display of affection in the form of licks, chirps, squeals and eye contact which lasts minutes at times is a sense of achievement for many. Be it the winter, summer or rainy season having them home with us & not in the dingy and filthy environs sans care boosts the morale of the owner. It’s like aiding the society for a better tomorrow. Taming or training the animals has its own perks as the relationship of a man & animal gains momentum and undecipherable depths make inroads. Love multiplies love. But aren’t we restricting them from their much deserved freedom. The freedom to move freely in an open milieu of gay abandon with their peers is indescribable. Likewise, possessive love is nothing but restricting one’s freedom to explore new horizons, situations, equations & possibilities. A caged life is like a life without any music. The person is on the beck & call just like a pet. Having a person on your sleeve is a fashion statement. Under the garb of selfish love, insecurity replicates a sense of possession. Every person has a right to live as one wants. Love cements a relationship and takes to dizzy heights of content , personal growth & togetherness with tender loving care.

Its time we stop controlling the lives of others be it the animals or humans. Animals on the streets if given unconditional love & care will show gratitude & love by hovering around you lovingly, or simply licking or chirping or a guttural staccato. One does not have to rein them in chains or cages to make a statement to the society in general. A very famous quotation, quoted by Eric Segal in his book ‘Love Story” has an unprecedented appeal till date “If you love someone, set them free. If they come back , they’re yours, if they don’t they never were.” Possessive love is nothing but a barrier in achieving milestones together. Time we bring a change !

Dead Relationships ...

The Cactus is the favored plant for décor in the hubs and mansions of all and sundry .It’s a fashion statement for many yet prosaic. It is used as an ornamental plant which adds to the intrinsic appeal to the environs overall. It is treasured and for one’s own safety never touched as the leaves in the form of spines can leave indelible marks on the skin. It has no fragrance or floral intricacies. Dead relationships are like cactus. They lose the sheen and beauty which was once so lucid, fresh and alive with activity. They adorn the canvass of our hearts with memories which come back to us in leaps n bounds when touched with the tender stroke of a brush called reminiscence. The recall of times spent together cripples the soul with disappointments and unraveled possibilities haunt endlessly. Love, warmth, sharing and selfless giving is replicated with pain, sense of loss, anger, betrayal, accusations and bitterness. It leaves a sour taste when stumbled upon by accident or consciously. The stink and stench of dead relationships holds us back to venture out as pessimism and negativity is the sole resident of such hearts. Constant comparison finds new bearings and depression overtakes optimism. Places, common friends, gifts and the legacy which it leaves behind, follow us where ever we go as spies. It’s a conscious vigil of never to get involved with anybody with deep roots which can never be uprooted. The person or the memories he/ she leaves is decorated in our hearts just like the cactus which leaves scars whenever touched.

The question is why do we revel in its insipid existence when life has so much to offer. People come into our life for a reason, season or a lifetime. We should learn whatever lessons good or bad it has to teach us and move on with zeal and hope to find happiness and content. The ones’ who hold us back n leaves a sordid picture of hurt n pain sans progress, possibilities, goodness and achievements should be buried forever with no resurrections. Any takers ?

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Terminal Illnesses...

The shimmer n the finesse on the surface of the glass has its own appeal. The tenacity is unquestionable as it depicts clarity, substance, magnificence, smoothness n originality. A clear glass sans abrasion is always in demand and attracts the eye even if it’s opaque, translucent, brittle or otherwise. Likewise, our health is the key to happiness. The effervescence of youth, vigor, vitality and spunk takes us places to an uninterrupted path of achievements. One feels like the king of the world as everything seems attainable with a little quest, luck and hard work. The cracked glass or the scratches it leaves on the surface lead to an ugly feeling which has no remedies. Terminal Illnesses creep in our lives slowly without warning. We ignore the minute signals which our body sends to us just like the visible scratches. Optimism pervades fortitude. An aching arm or knee, the sweet pain in the belly or head, the unease in the gait or muscle gains momentum without notice. The perpetual signs are ignored sometimes due to negligence, sometimes cause of lack of time and sometimes with no reason at all thus leading to further damage with no rectifications. Gradually the originality is replaced with artificial drugs which bring quick relief so as to resurface again. The scratches never leave us for once. The canvass of our lives is marred with that dark hue permanently. The illness soars to dizzy heights of remorse thus pushing the individual to the dungeons of ill health. The progress is slow which makes the individual weak, sorry and lifeless. Some fight it out with sheer determination n rest bite the dust.

The crack is a permanent fixture with no replacements. Terminal illnesses like glasses leave us with no choice. It remains till the time is up for its final exit. So why do we ignore the warning signs so complacently that’s the question? A stitch in time saves nine, it’s time we brush on our kindergarten anecdotes so as to save ourselves from further damage of a permanent scar of a terminal illness on our healthy lives .

Its Never Too Late ...

The daybreak brings with it fear rather than a whiff of fresh air. It’s the uncertainty which looms in the corridors of the minds of people whether they will be back safe and sound. Unknowingly there is an unsaid adieu to the house n family which is not understood always. A blank look, a silent prayer fills our soul when we step out of the house as people fall prey to the unannounced blasts which rock the country time and again. They are nothing but innocent victims who are unearthed from their routine of things brutally. Some succumb to injuries and some are scarred for life. They are mere pawns to the ire of irked souls . Every citizen has a right to move freely in their country placating fright, trepidation n dread. Who has given any person the right to play with the lives of thousands of people? Being a victim of injustice does not mean that we render the same to others so as to glorify our angst. A child has the right to weave his canvass of dreams with the colors of brotherhood, togetherness and bonding. Blasts and the massacres lead to strife, distrust, chaos, anger and ill will. A sense of revenge makes inroads and the mind finds ways to punish people who are responsible for such condemning acts of violence. In a way the automated effect of revenge n the anger it generates finds new bearings. It’s like a legacy which corrupts the system as well as mankind. On the name of religion, justice and one’s rights, violence replaces peace. Lack of education and direction in life makes the individual choose a path which brings doom to the religion & family. Life has a lot to offer. The sensibility of choosing the right path gives success and recognition in the right light. No mother teaches her new born to kill so as to prove a point. No religion dictates to take lives to seek justice.

Why are we befooling ourselves when we can chalk a life of achievements, mutual respect and good will? Violence, bloodshed and revenge never give rich dividends. The road of righteousness may be replete with struggle but it’s worth it. As then the conscience will not prick for the innocent lives one takes to justify his act. Corruption, injustice can be eradicated if all of us work towards it as a whole. Religion should not be a weapon but a bridge. Peace and a carefree milieu is all one yearns for so why not discard the evil and violent thoughts and embrace non violence for a better tomorrow.

Depths of Love...

The nails of our hands and feet grow even though we chop them off and on. No matter how hard one tries, they will grow back. The sight is phenomenal. It’s an unsaid commitment which dies only when one walks on the last journey of life called death. The decay is in full swing but as long as one is alive, there is no stopping. Likewise, love interspersed with selfless care, giving and unconditional approach grows to dizzy heights when fuelled and nurtured with purity of thought and action. It weathers the storms of life n stands the tests of time. Adieus, distance and disruptions not only makes the heart grow fonder but gives unbridled depths which one cannot fathom or gauge ever. When the nail cut a little deep , by mistake or sheer carelessness or with an uncared approach, it sends shivers down the spine leaving a tinge of pain. Fights, resentments, misdemeanor, conflict, betrayal and agony leaves an indelible mark but true love sustains the hurt and pain, forgives & forgets thus bouncing back with a new verve and spunk to take it to a another level of commitment and trust. Tender loving care becomes the spice of life. The myriad shades of sibling , parental , romantic n platonic love never ceases n is bound with a very delicate yet a strong thread of togetherness, bonding and belonging. It is ready to embark on new journeys of life and the intricacies it has to offer with a never say die attitude. It flows unrestraint as if a bottle has been uncorked. The ebb of emotion is deep like the sea n undecipherable.

Why can’t we take lessons from nature which forgives and forgets. New life is enthused with new avenues so that the milestones could be set. Just like the nail, it is mystic, deep rooted and never leaves us. Love is not a need but completes us same as the nail gives the beautiful look to our hands.

Instinct & Habit ...

It’s a peculiar trait of all and sundry to stack all the new crisp notes in an orderly fashion, pushing the crumpled, ugly looking ones in the extreme front. It ‘s instinct, they say to get rid of the smelly, over used notes. The masses as well as the classes follow the ritual religiously. For once the elite n the poor are brothers in arms. It leaves a fetid smell in the wallet and gives a sick feeling too. The note loses its sheen. Its originality goes for a toss. The numbers are not readable. It’s not at all authentic any more and is scrutinized many a times when given to a vendor. The tattered effect leaves a frown on the visage and many a times people refuse to accept it. It’s rejected and adds to the agony of the owner. It carries some value hence it is kept so as to be used when the need arises. Every day it’s a top priority to discard it. Hopes are dashed when it returns back to the wallet. Nobody likes to mar the beauty of the new notes aligned with a dirty one .So then why is it that we nurture and harbor the dark hideous thoughts in our mind which maligns the soul? It makes us the universal prisoner of our vacant self, pushing ourselves in the vicious cycle of treason, ill will, jealousy, hatred and deceit. In the bid to be successful and be on the top, the grey shades come to light. The person sleeps on ethics, team spirit, camaraderie thus giving impetus to individuality and self glorification.

Nobody likes to be ruled by the spell of dark, dirty n ill thoughts. The beauty is replaced with anguish and discomfort. The essence of life looses meaning and unknowingly we tread on a path which is lonely and insipid. Its time , we push away such thoughts forever same as we discard the smelly, ugly note on instinct.