Random Ruminations
It’s the month of February. Valentine’s Day is near. Let us read some beautiful love quotes and enliven our lives. For love has stood the test of time. We all crave for it. It makes the world go around. Nothing, no gadget has replaced it. Love reigns.
I hope you like these quotes .
Note – The photos are from Google.
A new office. A new assignment. A new feeling. It is hard to fathom whether the feeling is one of optimism or one of anxiety. Anxious feelings overcome her as she tries to negotiate the tricky pathways of her new job. She understands that she has to give herself a little time to learn the new tricks of the trade, yet she is also in a hurry to learn quickly and fit in. She has to acquire the skills to prove herself as being up to the mark and eligible for the job at hand. Though she is filled with anxiety, yet she looks to the future with hope and enthusiasm. She knows she has endured much on her previous assignments and yet come out on top. She knows she will give it her best efforts to be successful in her new assignment. She is an eternal optimist.
“Undeclared Love” seems to be the most potent form of love. It takes root in a person’s heart for another person in the most unguarded moments of a person’s life. It comes surreptitiously without a knock. Once the heart responds to love’s call for recognition, it looks to the other person involved for an inkling as to whether that person feels the same way. If the person is not sure if love has flowered in the other person’s heart as well, he is not in a position to openly declare his love. Then, the person secretly delves into the love that has filled his heart. The person feels love in a hindered, fettered manner as he cannot express it freely. Still, he feels the passion and the agony of love inside of him. He enjoys it as a precious, life-defining thing. It gratifies his soul.
The tussle for power is understood. But what is this tussle for the love of a person? When two persons so much in love with each other find it difficult to admit that love for each other. Or is it not love? But the start of a struggle to dominate and possess a person by another person by using all means at one’s disposal. Perhaps there is a thin line between genuine love and the need to keep someone close to you. The line is sometimes blurred and then love and possession are the same thing.
Days come and days go. Life seems to be an unending road that leads us from one station to another. One encounters happiness and sorrow along the way of life. Sometimes our lives are bursting with activities whereby we come across ingenuity; at other times, they are steeped in the mundane. The ever-repeating events of life are endured by me with patience. However, sometimes they get the better of me. In those times, I want to take a little detour in life. Then, I want a life full of gaiety when the abundance of nature would fulfill me, good music would envelop me, and conversations with like-minded people would energize and uplift me. Life would become bearable once more and I would again stride anew on the way through life.
It’s like falling into an abyss; this whole feeling of emptiness that seizes me. I am continuously falling into a black hole of despair and utter desolation. Wriggling to get out, trying to catch some glimpses of the fleeting moments of happiness and failing. Trying to find plausible reasons for the trying times and finding it hard to comprehend. Comprehension is hidden behind tinted glasses. Once the rosiness of the glasses gives way to clarity, the way to recovery from this absolute feeling of listlessness would begin. Then would begin a new dawn to wade through this life.
Here I am on the verge of writing a novel, but am stopped in my tracks. I am deep in thought. I can see the characters right in front of my eyes. They are alive and kicking like newborn babies , waiting for me to put them down in black and white on a piece of paper. I am in a dilemma. I know the beginning of the story. I know the end also. The middle part, the crux of the story escapes my thoughts. It refuses to reveal itself to me. It is an enigma. I think hard and try to conjure it up, but fail in my attempts. I leave it to its own. I wait for another day when it shall knock on my brain and show itself up. Till then I play the waiting game.
Gone are the cold days of winter; the harshness of summer days are yet to arrive; in between comes the days of spring- gentle and kind. The sun shines benignly and the occasional showers of rain bathe the land immersing planet Earth with shades of green and other hues as the flora and fauna of this land spreads their wings across the spectrum. The lush green of the mountains and the plains, and the rainbow of colors across the platter of flowers are soothing to the spirit. The cool breeze accompanying the rains gives bodily comfort. The rabbits hop about in glee and the butterflies flit away with a lot of zeal. The birds sing atop the trees making the atmosphere glisten with pomp and radiant with glory. Our hearts leap up with joy looking at this extravagant spread of all things natural.
Azure sky; beneath the green foliage; I glide along in your embrace. It is a windswept day; the wild wind came in from the mountain side; gusts of wind creating a disharmonious melody. I felt cold and you took me between your arms to keep me warm. The warmth of your body flowed into mine creating a mix of heady ecstasy and subtle pain in me. We walked to the hut at the edge of the mountain. Dark clouds gathered bringing with them the rain. Droplets of rain fell on us as we hurried inside the small hut. A pile of straw lay inside, we sat down on it and clung to each other as the rain outside played out its part in the drama of life.
From afar, the evening breeze flows in carrying with it some heady music played in some distant home. As the music fills her home with a distinct warmth, Lydia is woken from her siesta. She slowly rises from her bed. The music holds her as if in a trance and she involuntarily sways with its rhythm. Lydia is now beheld by the magical music. She is now wide awake. The music takes her in its arms and she drifts like a ballerina, round and round the room on tiptoe. Her deft movements are a cause for endearment for anyone, who can envisage her soul in her gliding movements. Adam is mesmerized by Lydia as he watches her performance in perfect silence. He comes forward, takes Lydia in his arms and the two of them do a sprightly dance into the evening.
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