FOR YOU MY FRIEND..WILL BE FOREVER YOUNG...

If love is a universal emotion then the pain it often causes-some might say INEVITABLY causes-is equally universal. Yet, that only begs the more important question: why do tragedies and sad stories of emotional pain bring each of us strange kind of quenchness or pleasure?
Im sure phychologists have an answer to that question.. Im just as sure its a different answer than a writer would give. Maybe, in the end, the answer really isnt so complexed...
A burden born by one can often grow too heavy to bear. Maybe in the end, each of us knows that sharing our pain and sorrows is the only way we can live with the pain. And thats really what this poignantly sad stories are about-sharing.
It was a cold, windy june evening when you left this world Craig. I shut my eyes when i envision the day..i shut my eyes to block out your fate..i hear a thud and then your scream and i see the glistering tears falling from your kind eyes...
Even though i couldnt be there i feel as if i was there. I wish i could be there for you.. When i think of our days, the places, the things we did together, i feel warm tears slid from my eyes...
I know if you were here today, you would teach me how to deal with the images that are haunting me but, sometimes i feel i need these hauntings just to be close to you again..
Everyday i sit by the fire, where we always sat and burned sticks, going through your things, old notes containing footnotes with so many secrets that were so close to being taken up by teachers and instructors...looking through pictures that were left to be forgotton. Trying to forget memories that still haunt me in my sleep....
Today, when you left, i realized that death is part of life. No one escapes its clutches and no one long escapes the harsh reality of dealing with the loss of someone dear. I dont know why you had to go Craig-you brought us joy..you gave our friendship a true meaning..even though we had our little fights over silly things like phone lines and wiring lights-
i never wanted to be a pest..i needed your skills because you were good at it..im glad those times were only few and you knew, with you it was hard for me to argue. You always came through in the end..
Flowers for your grave. Both daintly and distressing as tears escape twin rivers of the soul. I gave convenient time infrequently expressing the sentiment between routine and role. Words were unspoken, they were considered unnecessary. Sunshines and shadows...petals and tears...flowers and rain...now the bridge is broken and the chance was temporary. To cross back and stroll through tender years.
So many eulogies and regret. I am so sorry, Craig. I failed to say just what i really meant. A cemetery debt, for friendship, for brotherhood, for love that went unpaid. And greeting cards i never even sent.
Forgive me.

I have a message for you from our friends:
"Trapped in the glorious years...within the memory of belief...lost of all grief..take the reasons, which once seemed so clear but never mind, you have nothing to fear...
For you my friend, will be, forever young...forever in the heart of memories..
Lost in the glory of time...the wisdom was there within that smile...so shed a smile and grin a tear...
For you my friend, will be, forever young..forever in the heart of memories...
We see not through our misery, forever young...forever young...
There is a new angel tonight"
Rest in peace my friend

love is....to me

Reading over a few bloggs i came accross a writer, who explains his definition of love. He doesnt agree with the way other people see things......
In a recent short story i read, a writer is told by a young critic that he doesnt know what love is..shame..
It is such a rarity..such a blessing..such an inspiration..it is not a sheer perfection despite what you may want to hear.
Nobody understands love. To me its seems to be a universal emotion, a goal we all seek, the prize that can make our lives complete and whole. Love is both timeless and, in too many instances, transient. Yet,its also very individual, filtered by our own lives and expectations. I dont understand love, i cant understand love, because it a DIFFERENT thing for ALL OF US.
I know sometimes you feel your love is not returned but, to me, to love truly is to love forever- even though love be unrequited. To me, when i look into her eyes, her eyes portrays a speech that her mouth hasnt spoken..revealing feelings and thoughts of the deepest crevices of the heart.
Yes, EVERY MOMENT IS UNDESCRIBABLE, but to me not only in the BEGINNING but rather constantly through out. The real prize comes when you sit and look into her eyes and you see a significant beauty and a powerful resemblance of love. And when her eyes look into yours, they depict the two of you together igniting your heart and nourishing your soul filling you with wanted desire....
Her eyes must leave you with a contentment of being with you, though not conspicios- if you delve in them.
People travel to wonder at the height of mountains, at the huge waves of seas, at the long course of rivers,at the vast compass of oceans, at the circular motion of stars but, they pass by themselves without wondering.
Unfortunately, love in their lives is like sands, they give it care and attention then a strong gust of winds sifts it through their hands-they lose it again. But then they are also those who gifted and not deprived of love. They have hopes, dreams, faith-faith like a flower opening up their own petals of life.
Atleast they have some idea of having a perfect relationship. They create their tomorrows by what they dream today...but sad it is that some people think they have schizo/Bi-polar personalities unaware of the fact that these people make love their greatest weapon and none on who they call can defend its forces.
I believe their love melt all hearts like the sun whos rays soften the coldes day...
TO ME, THOSE WHO LOVE DEEPLY NEVER CHANGE, NO-ONE CHANGES IN THEIR EYES, THEY NEVER GROW OLD. THEY MAY DIE OF OLD AGE BUT THEY DIE YOUNG...!!!

love-a word-isnt a word

continued...
love isnt a word-theres no past tense to it. If you love someone,you will always love them-no matter what...
Love is not the only reason why a relationship stands for years and till forever. We might think that love holds the relationship...but what if you love too much and forget that love also can weaken or worst, destroy a strong relationship-i just realized that love is not enough... The secret of having strong and everlasting relationship is to trust the one you love and to accept her weakness...its not about how many times you have forgiven but, how you have shown understanding...
Its hard to stay mad when theres so much beauty in the world...sometimes you feel you are seeing it all at once and its too much...sometimes its easier to say you are mad then to admit that you are actually hurt-love doesnt always die in a violent explosions of sounds and colour, sometimes its death is a quiet one- i know the hardest part about walking away from her is knowing she wont run after you...
Its like saying "how you feel is no longer allowed"
Tell her "just once more in my life time before i die, please share again all the laughter as well as the tears...come back to me into my life..."
Yes, love is represented by a rose not only because of its eternal beauty but also because of its destructive thorns...but then again the only consolation of saying goodbye to someone you love is the glimmer of hope that someday after that goodbye there will be another hello....!

BE NICE AND DROP FEW PEARLS...

Before i continue with "LOVE-A WORD,ISNT A WORD".......
Wen was the last time some did some thing nice for you, or conversely, you did something nice to someone else, just "because"? Most of us only response to certain days- birthdays,anniversaries,Mother's and Father's or whoever's Days- wen we let the milk of human kindness flow free for a stipulated length of time perfunctorily, because tightly putting a lid on it, as if it were a previous nonrenewable response that would dry up if we use too much in our everyday dealings..
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We dont have to be kind to others just "because". We ought to be kind because kindness has been enjoyed upon us by the words...
A lot of us often use rationalisations while trying to explain the lack of niceness...Dont feel uncomfortable being nice to others, simply because it may be construed as being fake, or a weakness in one's personality...kick that bloody pride out of you...
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Love-a word isnt a word

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