Monday, May 13, 2013

Ode to Melancholia

"It is a restless moment. She has kept her head lowered... to give him a chance to come closer. But he could not, for lack of courage. She turns and walks away."

Some stories begin where they should have ended.
Some people set eyes on each other and instantly realize how they had been looking for each other all along.
Some people fight off their feelings for each other - proudly proclaiming their inner strength and independence.
But, all the while, feelings creep in. Like a writhing worm, out of a muddy terrain, feelings find their way into our minds - jeopardizing all that was left in the name of sanity.

Upon that restless moment when you cease to remain as only the "self" - everything you had ever known about life appears to have changed.
Falling into an endless abyss of unknown melancholy stops seeming problematic anymore.

Love becomes an anchoring quintessence.

There are some who fight through their whole lives to end up together - to break away from the shackles the society imposes upon their lives. Some win, some accept defeat before reaching the concluding part. 
Does that make them cowards? Does that mean they do not care?
Probably not.
Each of us wishes to look at love differently.

Our ideas of love differ. While some find love in holding on, some find it in nothingness - and some in letting go.

Love is blindness - the worst part being, this time, you would not want to see through the darkness. You shun away from the light - for fear of losing all the beauty that exists in your pantheon of darkness.

Therefore, lets start from the darkness. Lets start from the restless moment and rush to the end - begin where others are known to have ended their's.

(Dedicated to the most wonderful woman in my life. Life may not seem hopeful at this moment - but, to feel this wretched and morose in love, for the first time, is worth living for. Just this minute, just this second - is this not enough? )


  1. Mature understanding of stuff which always leave us deluded. Interesting enough :) ..

    1. Maturity struck me quite a long time back - and this is definitely more real than the delusions I dwelled in ere the strike of the aforementioned sentiment ;)
      Glad that you found it interesting :)