Heathcote National Park (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I’m sure all of us at some stage of life has been unsuccessful in understanding oneself.
Haven’t you asked yourself, what exactly your feelings are??
Well, here goes a poem of a girl who defines love her own way..
STREAM OF LOVE…
I wait for you to cross the stream,
And come to me but its just a dream,
’cause I know you wait for me just the same,
Day and night to see if I came..
They say,”Wait not!,
Go on and on.”
But if I shall not but wait till dawn,
And call you with my mind and say,
I dont want you to be gone..
For I believe, the next sunrise shall see,
Us together in the middle of the stream.
Both hearts elate, for such is our fate,
And we shall flow and flow..
in the STREAM OF LOVE….
And flow and flow in the STREAM OF LOVE….
- Do Not Cross the Streams (different-uk.typepad.com)
- A Love Endured : a Romantic Monday Post (hastywords.wordpress.com)
- LIFE is…… (jdschok.wordpress.com)
The first time you see someone you never know how important they may become in your life. You never know how and when you find those special people in the path of life who then become really close to your heart for no real material cause.
A few days after my house shift, once I had set up our house, as a free bird I flew about enjoying my days. My eyes suddenly caught up with a neighbour’s. A happy, innocent face of an old lady welcomed me to my new neighbourhood. She was quite old but her mannerisms were perfect. Her eyes spoke words of love. There was something special about her that made me feel affectionate towards her. She was there standing next to a tulsi plant in front of the closed door of her house.
She silently motioned me to come to her and as I did so, she enquired about my family and also my little sister. I realized she had a hearing problem and so most of my answers were in the form of actions. The next morning too I found her out of her house when I was off to school. She waved a goodbye and gave a smile that clearly showed motherly love. From then on it was a daily routine to start the day with the old lady’s smile. In the evening too I made sure I met her. She used to always wait for me and my sister until my exams interfered and I couldn’t come out for a few days. But finally when I could make it, I saw her, as usual at the step but with a worried look. On enquiring I came to know my absence had troubled her. I assured her I’d meet her every day from then. Slowly a special bond was created between us and I started loving her more than anyone could imagine loving a neighbour. This I realized once when she fell sick and I saw her being taken to the hospital. That scene is still fresh in my memory. I cannot explain the tears that suddenly flowed from my eyes, the heaviness I felt in my heart till I saw her again or the excitement when I met her after her long awaited return.
Love takes up many incarnations, each time defining itself in a different way. I realized it doesn’t matter for how long you know a person, the age difference or the language to love someone. All that matters is how well the hearts understand each other.
- Unsaid (presenceinpoetry.wordpress.com)
- You regret nothing? (davidkanigan.com)
- An Unsaid Story of a Girl (beingpeaceful.wordpress.com)
- Thousands (iamoceansroar.wordpress.com)
- An Invisible Glowing Shining Aura of Love Just Eyes of My Soul Could See ! (iasof2003.wordpress.com)
The basic idea of this blog is to show how much one can express, however deep and abstract a feeling, through words…
You can share your thoughts as well and of course I will share mine.