To someone with loads of love ………

Desire to achieve her,

Existed in my heart.

Never talked nor persuaded her

For that she may leave my life.

Her eyes spoke millions of words with mysteries untold.

And every word had thousand interpretations for no dictionary

Of mathematics could tell me her calculations

 Every moment I think about me and sometimes I do feel what’s that is mine. Before I met someone, she was never mine. After I met her how can she be mine because she is a different Individual and she also carries her?’ “I, me, Mine” wherever She walks, talks, hears. The very thought process is different For each of us and still how can two persons exist under the same roof and still feel the oneness. If the emotions are not from the heart and the heart just pumps blood, if the thought processes are from the brain and the brain controls the emotions.

All the feelings Of love, hatred ness, jealousy, anger, attraction, infactuation, sex, dreams and desires are nothing but chemicals in the body which just tickle the brain cells and the very chemical reactions takes place in a buffalo and the stray dog.

But do animals fall in love or do they rise up?

Forget love. Love is too much of philosophy and you know that philosophy sound like two drunkards speaking the same language and yet do not understand each other. 
I read it somewhere.......... long back...........

A saint once gifted the king of Rajgad an apple that after consumption would make any man immortal.

The king did not eat it but gave it to his beloved queen. The queen was in love with the commander in chief

And hence gave it to him. The commander in chief gifted it to his girlfriend .The girlfriend to the village merchant and the merchant thought .No one else but the king deserves this wonderful gift.

The apple reached the king again and this surprised the king. So he decided to have a high level enquiry and know the truth by himself.

The harsh truth left the king alone in his palace and the loneliness made him to wander in the jungle to search the ultimate truth.

The people who love you…

Their faces show a mystery with millions of mask…

Folded and unfolded one over other

Each beautifully covered and carved

Yes, it’s a difficult task to know,

These people who love you…

Sugar coated tongue, which spells

All the worldly blues are just for you

Have a heart in which the envy dwells

Friends and well- wishers may be old or new,

But to trust, they are rare and few.

The purpose within is hard to smell

I know, these people who love you

Friend in need is a friend in greed

As expectations is the root of all relation

 Obligation, not a tall a great deed

As platonic relation are symbiotic suggestions

Instincts and desires are divine creations

Just fear them, these people who love you…

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