A Search for Light

The borders seem so dismal
And the boundaries faded
The structures of human ingenuity
Loathed by the ones who themselves created

Segregating the friends into fiends
Invoking the fanaticism so intense
Rupturing the bonds once sewn
With threads of love and incense

Martyrs they call themsleves
The notion they hold is ignoble
To decrepit the pillars of humanity
with one blow of insanity

Myriad lie the ruins abound
Of ones who rejoiced
The splendour and grace of mankind
Now overturned to a morose sight

Two eyes searching in vain
For the lost hope to regain
Pleading with its arms wide open
To embrace the love of amalgamation

Let us strive to achieve this dream
Of bliss, hope, light and glee
Leaving back all the miseries
By joining the hands of peace

Love for Love!

I am past the blogs or the blogs are past me is a vague question to accede to. A solemn thought arises and forms the soul of the pen or may I say of the many keys plying on the keyboard. Love for Love or is it Love just for the sake of love. Amongst the many myriad questions lies the one conceding its mystifying nature onto the ones that behold it.

A requiem for the solitary or an ether for filling the voids of the vacuum. For the idealists would want to believe in the later and the extremists the former.Perhaps its just an answer to one’s solitude. Often have I heard people say ‘ Let love come finding you’ and you would know when its in your vicinity. It’s probably partially true; but to acknowledge its presence one needs to keep an open mind; a mind not segregated from the aesthetics or of being appreciative of its presence.
It’s and innate pleasure that one seeks to find in nature abound. A latent remorse one would need to satiate. To transform your hidden enigmas on the one wholly deserving to unravel it.

No reason maybe justifiable to bestow this one of the greatest treasures. No reason is probably enough to justify your love. No reason is probably enough to let you enjoy the departure of the inner solitude. Neither can you be stopped when you just let it go past you. It’s a mystic breeze that entices you and takes you towards a path untread. To throttle you with the varying experiences it offers. To enlighten you with the various facets of life.

Being one with it brings your quintessential aspect into exposure. A feeling so extraordinary and so multifaceted that one just relents under its pressure to never understand its true persona.