Shall the text book win or shall we?

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Love, they said is pure and innocent.
Love, they said gives wholeheartedly, simply
Love, they said made you kind and gentle
Love, they said was sublime and subtle

What is this then?

This tumultuous sensation that fills me when I think of you
The jealousy I feel when I see you absorbed in anything but me
The fierce waves of pain and pleasure that you unleash in me

Are these then not love?

Love, they said happened when boy meets girl
Love they said was the first kiss, the first touch
Love they said was eternal

What then do we call what we share?

We met after meeting and loving others
Amongst our most precious memories are those that we don’t hold in common
Our temperaments are different, so is our world view at times

Yet inspite of it all we have dared to share dreams, hopes and desires
Yet inspite of it all we have decided to be co-travelers on the road of life
We have shed tears of joy and sorrow for each other; we have lived in each others smiles
But is that enough to call it love?

Shall the text book win or shall we?

Comments

Mampi said…
Opposites attract.
They give some pain sometimes, but at the end of the day, too much sweetness hurts. So differences should be there.
You meet the right one after meeting the wrong ones. That is a reason enough for you to value the right one.
God Bless.
4:22 pm, August 07, 2008
Indian Home Maker said…
Isn't it said that love is difficult to define...basically it is difficult to generalise on love. Some people die for those they love, others kill the ones they love! Opposites do attract, but you do need to have a lot in common. I think there are many, many ways one can love and be loved....very interesting post :) And so long as it brings happiness, all's fair in love.
4:52 pm, August 07, 2008
Anonymous said…
WE SHALL WIN.
very well put together...

swadha
5:10 pm, August 07, 2008
rayshma said…
if the other person is exactly like u, u'd rather live with urself na? which is why, is wont for them to be different...
text books haven't won anything... so there u go! :)
atb!
7:35 pm, August 07, 2008
Cynic in Wonderland said…
it can be both and it can be neither. it can be an intoxication and it can be a sedative. there is no definition, no boundaries.

Lovely post
8:19 pm, August 07, 2008
Keshi said…
what is love to u may not be love to me...love is such a vast and varying emotion.

beautifully expressed here!


Keshi.
1:06 pm, August 08, 2008
Solitaire said…
Love is very difficult to define. It is a subjective experience. Chuck the textbook. Go with your instinct.
1:49 pm, August 08, 2008
Parry said…
So spake the fool - 'tis better to have loved and lost than not to have loved at all. Perhaps the the real emotion is raw, real and more gritty-grainy than the text-books dare describe.
2:53 pm, August 08, 2008
a million different people said…
Love is never the same everytime. If it was, what use was loving? :)
3:17 pm, August 08, 2008
Pinku said…
Dear Mampi,

u are a sweetheart in the real sense of the word…thanks for your kind words they greatly comfort. For all my tomboyishness guess am a woman after all and doubts plague at times.



Hey IHM,

yes if it gives happiness love is good. But if I ask whose happiness? Is only your own enough? What if your love hurts some other people?
3:26 pm, August 08, 2008
Pinku said…
Hey Swadha,

Amen to that…am hoping and praying we do. :)


Hey Rayshma,

thanks, yes a lil friction is good I agree and even a lil disagreement …makes the agreement sweeter.
3:28 pm, August 08, 2008
Pinku said…
Hi Cynic….welcome to my enchanted world…you are so right, it doesn’t have any definition but from the earliest times, bards and poets alike have tried and failed to do just that. At times I feel God and Love are very close in that respect.
But then again you may not believe in God.


Hey Keshi…thanks …and yes love for each one of us varies…the gr8 trick is to know how to love the way the other wants it or the way you want to.
3:32 pm, August 08, 2008
Pinku said…
hi Solitaire….coming from you …..I will go with that prescription :)
3:34 pm, August 08, 2008
Pinku said…
@ Parjanya...yes its actually like that...and it brings tears, hiccups and arguments and stormy thoughts...but at the end of it, it still feels worth it.
3:36 pm, August 08, 2008
Pinku said…
A million Different people...and they spoke the same thing as my heart...must be right then. :)

Welcome to my enchanted world!
3:37 pm, August 08, 2008
Majaz said…
You wrote this yourself? Nice!
4:17 am, August 09, 2008
Mana said…
Its like-Two imperfect people to make a perfect living..
11:17 pm, August 09, 2008
the stygian sailor said…
you win and rewrite the text book. :)
5:12 pm, August 10, 2008
BG said…
beautiful post....

its tuf to define love but u have done full justification and u have put the words wonderfully.......
6:35 pm, August 10, 2008
Keshi said…
but I find love confusing sometimes...sometimes its so hard to tell whether its love or not..


Keshi.
7:24 am, August 11, 2008
Pinku said…
Hey Majaz....welcome, and yes I wrote it myself. All that you find on my blog is self written...good, bad or ugly its all mine :)

Hey Manasa...you are right, thats exactly what we are.

Hey Sailor...thats a sweet statement and coming from you must say very positive and unlike you....keep to this track.
10:54 am, August 11, 2008
Pinku said…
Invincible...thank you so much.

Keshi...isnt that confusion sweet...but know what when the true one comes along u will just know...though you may have been duped a thousand times before. :)
10:55 am, August 11, 2008
Hemanth Potluri said…
i still have no idea wat love is its a vast subject to know actually....

urs..hemu..
12:49 pm, August 11, 2008
~Hemanth~ said…
From a purely poetic perspective, it could use a little more fine tuning.

As for Love, it's great when you are in it. Simply because, it is a whole range of emotions packed into a nice little package. You might want to rip the other persons head off one moment; but want to cajole them the other.

~Hemanth.
8:22 pm, August 16, 2008
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