Its such an irony, that every human being, bole to every boy n girl at some time or the other, in life, finds a soulmate, who he/she considers to be the best human alive. a boy considers the girl he found to be an angel, right from heaven, or Gods own daughter, n the girl considers the boy she found, as God Himself. Huh. N as the distances decrease, as the girl n boy get to know each other, the relationship ends up just to be humane. hehe. Dog biting, bitching, cursing, pointing out flaws, expectations n what not.
N the best part, that everyone experiences this atleast once in a lifetime. Shuru shuru me even families are kept away, as if two different parts of same souls have united. Then these same souls, gradually drift so much apart that leave along choices, even understanding doesnt match. What a relationship love is.
But yes, i must admit, some do get their love of lives. But between them theres nothing such as expectations or flaws or choices or anything. When this kind of lovers meet, they dont meet to love each other, they meet to love people around them. They meet for a purpose in life, which is far beyond what normal humans can understand.
But those who fail in love, try again. N they keep on trying, till eventually they understand, n they rise up, to a different level of understanding of love. Where nothing actually matters. Where just two lives live together, to make peace and harmony around them. Nothing else. No physical intention, no mental support. Just sole reason of being together, n sharing the harmony.
I wonder when i would come out with this kind of thinking. True love, Ideal relationship, Husband n wife before marriage...etc etc..When is it going to end for me? When would i realize the real love. "The love of God".
just taking life as it unfolds, finding answers to truths untold, striving hard to talk to my heart and soul, and trying to figure out - this mystic society and my inhumane role
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