“Can’t you see that you’re smothering me, holding too tightly, afraid to lose control” (Linkin Park – “numb”) You sure are protective of the persons you love but don’t take away their space, every person needs a space around them, that shall not be and not tried to be penetrated unless the person wants you to, because doing so without their consent is as much assault as anything. Love is taking care of someone, being protective, possessive and careful but in the end everything you want matters less than anything your beloved wants. Love for a living being – particularly human – is not decorating them on a shelf in your house like a pretty decorative-piece, so you may look at them each day, and make sure they are alive, safe and in front of you; and how would you define “alive” anyway? Does alive mean merely to have a pulse and breath? To have one’s vital signs working? Theres a difference in "being alive" and "living" and you sure as hell don’t want you loved one to be “alive” but you also want them “to live”. You cannot tie them to a string and let them lose as far as the string allows, on the contrary Love is to let your beloved free, let them where they want to be, where their happiness lies, give them their space, privacy and let them decide their priorities; you cannot dictate them, “Remember always that you not only have the right to be an individual, you have an obligation to be one.” - Eleanor Roosevelt and no one have any right to take away anyone’s individuality.
Coming to the second point of concern (for someone who will never bother to read this but I wish someday, when it doesn’t even matter anymore, when its way way too late to un-do the damage, they would read this) Love, does not depend on your mood, when you love them, you love them; though theres obviously no hard-and-fast rule but it is for sure not possible to claim to love someone and then not be in a mood to care about their happiness, rather it is to sacrifice your wish, comfort and want for their happiness.
It is better to let a person die than forcing them to be alive on your conditions, and knowing that they’re merely alive.
"Maine chaha androh-e-wafa se chootoon
wo sitamgar mere marne pe bhi raazi na howa"
How you contradict yourself in those two concerns of yours... IF love is not about decorum, and then if its not even about moods, Then its not love at all. Cause the two things that make up the FEELING part of love, have already been dealt a coup de grace.
ReplyDeleteLove is Sacrifice. Love is let go where you cant hold on. Love is to grow when the small ones pull you down. Love is to act. Love is to live. Love, my pissed off mate, is to choose, and let not your pissedoffness piss it off!
Well written though. Wish you could quit this seizure.
Cant you see that you're smothering me, afraid to lose your cold.
Ae shama teri zindagi hai to ek din
hans kar guzaar de ise ya rokar guzaar de... Ibrahim Zauq
Aankh padti hai kahin, paon kahin padta hai
ReplyDeleteSab ki hai unko khabar, apni khabar kuch bhi nahi
shama hai gul bhi hai bulbul bhi hai parvaana bhi
raat ki raat ye sab kuch hai sahar kuch bhi nahi
ek aansu bhi asar jab na kare ae "Tashna"
faida rone se ae didaa-e-tar kuch bhii nahi...
EXACTLY!!! Thankyou! everytime you speak, i feel understood, can't thankyou enough for that, but this text is written as a sarcasm for some people who do not understand what you just summed-up.
ReplyDeleteI'm not seizing anything, but there are people who take "seizure" to be luv unfortunately.
And sure the writer was a "little" pissed off while writing this but also she believes "brace thyself, for nobody else will"
and....
"ragon main dorte phirne ke hum nhi qail
jo ankh hi se na tapka tou phir lahoo kya hai.."
lab pe hai talkhi e mai e ayyaam warna faiz
ReplyDeletehum talkhi e kalaam pe maail zara na the...
love the pic!
ReplyDeleteLehja magar yaad hai..
ReplyDeleteyea, the pic, gives a feeling of protection to the extent of asphyxiating.