The night is long, the wait is endless, I hope this ends the lifelong chase; I pursue the wizard for a pretty charm, I'm afraid of angels causing the harm, Treasuring the shells Discarding the pearls I live to see the sunlight at dusk, I feel the heat and fluently stutter, I feel awake in a deep slumber. -Manosrija
Ironically enough, never thought That we’d end up together, To add to that, willingly… Never thought I’d be over my first love, Who I presumed was like the ‘Perfect Man’ for me As many say that’s never easy to forget.
But with you… our journey… Our conversations… our thoughts… Our mismatched beliefs and trusts, Our love-hate discussions that barely lasts, Our memories filled with random glance, Our oblivion tender touches and smiles…
Geez, what just happened? How did this even happen? When did this even start? I think that’s what adds to the charm of our oblivious journey from the start…
Oh Dear! In spite the contrast between us in every way, I think I’m learning to fall for you with every passing day and Even more so now and Even more so till the end of time…
"A world without books will become naught but a dingy suffocating cellar. With the light of knowledge going off mankind will get plunged into fulginous darkness, where cognizance will be throttled by the barbed wire of ignorance. Inquisitiveness & intellectualism will cower in fear whilst imagination becomes an orphan."
*Fiction & non fiction both are uniquely distinct genres of literature and to savour the flavour of both we need to sink our teeth into the delicious, sumptuous fare of books.
(While they (fiction & non fiction) had a lengthy conversation, below is just a tidbit of their colloquy).
DEATH I BELIEVE IS A SUITOR THAT NEVER FAILS TO WOO LIFE.
Read these processes, talk for themselves. Happy reading XD --------------------------------------------------------------
LIFE: Through all the psychology that I learnt betwixt the human brains, I say it, and believe me when I do. My dear death, you are, the most sickened sheep of the mobbed flock. The dry, warm, essential loo, that yet its essence, is condemned by all. I've been with these wretched souls long enough to have understood the way their pitious cereberums work. They have a deep rooted anxiety of you. A deep ingrained fear and eeriness that they disguise to hatred and loath to prove how brave their souls are. I feel sorry for you, darling death, for no one loves you.
DEATH: Life, sweetheart, you know well enough of all natural human traits, and that, I feel no urge to explain my pity for their misunderstanding of me. They, I feel, are like the apples of a tree, the insipidity that makes a cloud. Intending to mean, they are most likely to be detached from the tree that they belong to, the cloud nine they feel that they have reached today. All that I feel for them, Life, is pity, and nothing else. I pity for they never understood me, or better, they never understood themselves, their own sacred yet mortal souls. For if they ever did, I believe, there would have been no fudge but rationality, and our world would have called it true wisdom.
LIFE: You make me pity these souls too and so I must. I myself have been teaching them from time immemorial that they themselves, are past, present and future. That you and I, we belong with each other. We belong together, love. I hope these souls too busy in their worldly affairs, would stop dreading or avoiding our so long awaited reunions. How many times have I not showed that death to their ancestors is a part of their lives. When time itself connects us both, then who are they to dread our little life together? Death, you have always given directions to their purpose to live. I hope they would stop proving us wrong with science and start having some faith in their conscience.
DEATH: Don't grieve darling life, for I know they can't separate us ever. As for science, even these exotic minds know that a scientific lens cannot prove us wrong. The goal of science, i hope they realise, isn't to prove anything at all, but to provide empirical formulas for theories meant to be tested and changed. We aren't a theory, love, we are facts, that only the mindfulls believe in.
LIFE: I love you, Death. You know I do. And it is my love that speaks for itself. You are ever harmless, ever loving and the most natural and authentic. How can one fear the natural aura that you resemble? The ones who have lost their loved ones to your world understand better. Why else would they worship you but not me? I have seen people with changed hearts and altered motives after a small confrontation with you. And I love you even more for that. You lead the survivors to mature and live more faithfully. That is, someone's death could be a way to reinvent someone else's life. People say dead is powerless. But you my love, I feel, is the most powerful, the most potent, the mightiest and the truest.
DEATH: You flatter me with your words, sweetheart. You most often do. You know I'm not used to this flattery. All I've ever heard from people is scared attempts to shoo me away. Yet, I do not loath them. For they are poor. I like to call them children, yet to unravel a world of mysteries. They, to me, are ever beloved flowers, that after being plucked, are joining the new life of this dirt, to nourish and bloom into new offsprings. I don't hate them sweetheart. They may be scared of me now, for they know nothing of me. But once they would, I believe, that will be life-changer for them. Life-changer, did I say? What an irony!
LIFE: Thank you for the everlasting companionship, Death. I can never love you and crave for you enough.
DEATH: You are my one and only love, darling. I am ready to be hated by all, but to be loved by you. So I will be. Forever. For you.
If you read all of it till the very end. I am really very grateful for sticking by till the very end. Death, i feel, has become a very touch subject for me now that I've experienced it myself.
I know it was all two cliche and like someone blabbering out unasked knowledge. But i couldn't help it. So bear with my gyani attitude, please. Hope you didn't feel like you wastes your time after reading this stuff.