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Finding a Reason

>> Jun 26, 2011

Bricks get burned to make a house. Red, rectangular they are. Never knowing that burning with siblings will comfort many a laughter, many a tears and much more. Women burn with jealousy. There is no comfort in that. It is red, squarish - even from each side. They are like camphors. they burn to get into ashes or into airs. Men burn in indifference. They never know when their souls were stoned and they made bricks out of it in fire - sheltering only themselves. Houses never become homes.



Who is love? Feelings are funny. They have many a crossroads inside you than you know. The shortest route to reach a heart is a mathematics. But to stay there is humane. After making love, in the morning when you look at the walls and the bricks that burned themselves to let you have the comfort of a home, there is a woman who sleeps next to you wrapping herself up in a wrinkled bedsheet. At that point of time, there is a reality check. If the bricks were for that woman, that is love.



There are secrets in our eyes. Ones that ironically crave to be read but hide themselves in shyness. Someone told me you need a storm to read it. I have always preferred quietness - the pauses of it, the screaming of it. So I preferred a prism. Love is about absorbing all its reflections. Its so beautiful that you won't like to touch and feel lusty. You will be ruining a ray if you do that. we wait. That is the softest part of it.



The bricks, the love, the mind - we all are builders of our world in ways. Its a triangle that balances the geometry we choose to live for.



That whole part of it is called, finding a reason.



SoUmY@

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28rj July 03, 2011 5:55 AM  
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Muse July 03, 2011 5:56 AM  

Pauses: Life is defined by those short empty spaces (rather choose to see them empty for whether a glass is half empty or half full, it is still only half, and that's the practical part of it). That there is a Potent Human Quotient in every happenstance and the resultant reaction to it is made clear not by the 'futility' of action but the 'evocativeness' of inaction, for it is when we stop to think, and by that we differentiate ourselves from those that cannot think.

This, I called Life.

Lovely piece. God Bless.

Usha Pisharody July 26, 2011 10:08 AM  

The bricks, the love the mind... how beautifully you have brought them together in a weave so intrinsic and so telling.
" Love is about absorbing all its reflections. Its so beautiful that you won't like to touch and feel lusty. You will be ruining a ray if you do that. we wait. That is the softest part of it."

Very very subtle, and yet this is part that really touches a chord deep inside.

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