It's ironic and pathetic at the same time to have known and seen different faces and phases of love, that now I'm unable to recognise which of them was true or fake, reality or a delusion, bad or good, right or wrong....
I got so lost in those faces, phases, colours and designs of love, that all the memories and theories of it started feeling like a dream, all unreal.
And I realised that we spend all of our lives discovering, differentiating between, inventing intriguing concepts about the lie and truth, hate and love and everything else which has ever marked it's presence in this universe so much, that we knowingly or unknowingly get entangled in that journey...
A journey where at the end of our destiny and destination stands the Angel of Death, humbly smiling, ready to kiss and embrace us into oblivion like no one else....
Maybe that's love.
Unconditional love.
I got so lost in those faces, phases, colours and designs of love, that all the memories and theories of it started feeling like a dream, all unreal.
And I realised that we spend all of our lives discovering, differentiating between, inventing intriguing concepts about the lie and truth, hate and love and everything else which has ever marked it's presence in this universe so much, that we knowingly or unknowingly get entangled in that journey...
A journey where at the end of our destiny and destination stands the Angel of Death, humbly smiling, ready to kiss and embrace us into oblivion like no one else....
Maybe that's love.
Unconditional love.
Hello Lucy.
ReplyDeleteLove comes from within oneself. And there is no fake love. If its love, its always real and unconditional.
Then, why is there a confusion? Its reflected, the confusion, on your judgement on external things. But on the real the confusion comes from here - the confusion about your own self. You can't make out whether all this time you were real or fake. If you are real you won't be in a confusion to differentiate what is real and fake. Because you would know how real feels like.
Good that you have reached to this point. Questioning. It can open up wonderful doors closed within yourself. But be careful not to miss the reality over reflections.
And don't you think we all are dying little by little every day? And your Angel of Death is Not far away. Its always with us. Wonderful right! Likewise the capability to love unconditional is always within oneself. We just fail to see it.