Abhijit Naskar's Blog - Posts Tagged "in-love"

Let me hold your hand,
Let me be your home.
Here, take my heart,
Heart to heart life is honed.
There is no I, only Us,
There is no Us, only I.
Sounds confusing, right!
Because Love is across all Us and I.
In love all of me is you,
In love all of you is me.
In love it’s all messed up,
The sweetest mess we could ever be.
So come, let’s be messed up together.
Perhaps then things might get a little clear.

“Come, sit next to me.
As you will, so will be.
As long as you are next to me,
Even your silence is tranquility.

I know it hurts like the dickens!
Yet every wound delivers valiance.
At your every whim I am your servant.
But to every wound you are your treatment.

Your trouble is my trouble.
Be not disheartened if the world frowns.
Clouds are nothing but herald of sunshine.
Pain of today is tomorrow’s crown.

So I say, come, sit next to me.
As you will, so will be.”

“Gel, yanımda otur.
Nasıl istiyorsan, öyle olur.
İstemiyorsan konuşma, gerek yok.
Yanımdayken, sessizliğin bile sükundur.

Biliyorum, çok acıyor!
Biliyorum, bu dünya çok zalim!
Istiyorum ama soylemem – elimi tut!
Çünkü senin yaranın ilacı sadece sensin.

Senin derdin benim derdim.
Her dert insana cesaret veriyor.
Bulutlar güneş ışığının habercileridir.
Bugünün acısı yarın tacı oluyor.

Hadi gel, burada otur.
Nasıl istiyorsan, öyle olur.”

Love is nothing to be ashamed of,
if there is no filth in your heart.
If your heart is pure and chaste,
you have no reason to be shy or scared.

Shame and fear are mark of filth,
heart without blemish is icon of honor.
Basic flaws are part of everyday life,
but perversion isn’t a flaw, it’s dishonor.

I’ve never looked at a person with
filth, unless permitted otherwise.
It’s consent and context that
distinguish fondness from filth.

Lovers ablaze are resident of Nazmahal*,
perverts have no place in *palace-of-grace.
Honor is in the eye of the beholder,
without which all mind is disgrace.

My idea of romance is a bit different,
it’s not steamy hot sex at the back of a car,
my idea of romance is to snuggle up together
on the couch, with pizza and Gilmore Girls.

Excitement lasts till lust is satisfied,
intimacy transcends excitement in love and life.
Intercourse is a small variable in the love equation,
there is more to love than doing it from behind.

There’s a difference between
being horny and being in love,
when you are horny, you want release –
when in love, you don’t want to be released.

Intimacy is a life-long journey,
it doesn’t end with stripping off clothes –
real intimacy begins when you stand baring your soul.