Thursday, January 1, 2009

ME AND MY LONELINESS


I WISH SOMEONE COULD FEEL MY LONELINESS,
SOMEONE COULD SIT AND CRY WITH ME,
WISH SOMEONE WOULD DROP TWO TEARS FOR ME,
WISH SOME ONE COULD FEEL MY PAIN,
WISH SOME ONE WOULD HOLD MY HAND AND TELL ME
I AM THERE FOR U.

ASKED GOD WHY SO MUCH PAIN IN MY LIFE ?
WHY DID U CHOOSE ME TO CARRY THE CROSS OF TEARS,
WHY DID U GIVE ME HAPPINESS AND TOOK IT AWAY,
WAS NOT I WORTH FOR THOSE HAPPINESS?
WHY DID U WRITE MY DESTINY WHERE
I HAVE TO SMILE WITH TEARS FILLED IN MY HEART?

I PRAYED VERY HARD THAT WISH SOMEONE COULD FEEL
THE LOVE THAT I HAVE IN MY HEART WHICH I HAVE HIDDEN
IN MY HEART WITH ALL THE TEARS AND PAIN

IS LOVE LIKE A VALLEY OF PAIN AND OCEAN OF TEARS?
IT'S A BEUTIFUL FEELING GIFTED BY GOD ,
IS IT A BLESSING OR A NIGHTMARE FOR ME?

BUT NOW SINCE I AM THINKING ABOUT LOVE,
I FEEL LOVE IS BEAUTIFUL FEELING,
I AM LUCKY TO GET THIS FEELING,
EVEN IF I DON'T HAVE LOVE IN MY LIFE,
I LOVE THE FEELING TO CRY FOR SOMEONE,
I LOVE THE FEELING WHEN MY HEART BEAT'S FOR SOMEONE,
I LOVE THE SMILE OF SOMEONE EVEN IF I HAVE TEARS,
I LOVE THE CRAZIEST THINGS DONE BY HIM,
I LOVE THE PAIN GIVEN BY HIM,
I LOVE THE WAY HE MAKES ME FEEL THAT HE LOVES ME
EVEN IF HE DOES NOT,
I LOVE TO SIT AND THINK OF HIM AND SMILE
I LOVE THE FEELING THAT HE IS BESIDE ME,
EVEN IF HE IS FAR A MILE.

I LOVE TO SMILE WITH TEARS INSIDE ME,
I LOVE TO LIVE WITH A FEELING OF LONELINESS.

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My favorite "description" of love :

"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are.

Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.
- Captain Corelli's Mandolin. "Love is the beauty of the soul." --St. Augustine