Monday, July 30, 2012

Dear Jitterbug



LOVE can never ever have a specific definition. If you think you actually have the perfect definition for it then love for you is and will always be just a definition - static and rigid. Love is a mystery we fall prey to. Ever so refreshing, ever so free. Ever so indulging, ever so true. I will never have an answer for what love is. Hence, I rest my case here.

But no matter which part of the world (even universe) you are in, region or time... love will find you (unannounced).

Love captures you. It digests you. It re-kindles your soul. It rejuvenates your innocence. It fulfills any serene dream. It transcends all imagination. The black n white magically transform into the technicolor. The gentle breeze never ceases to whisper (whispering softly her voice). Your soul dances to her voice. Your heart skips a beat or two.. Your feet feel numb, they are never on the ground! There's never any shortfall of beautiful, innocent co-incidences that aren't movie like (after all, movies are based on real life moments and then added some extra creativity)! Also, just like in movies.. the background music actually plays on (usually an instrumental piece)! And all you see in the madding crowd is.. her!

When love found me (unannounced) I wrote a few lines for her (it just happens..)! I will share them in this blog. I haven't changed any word of it. It is in its pristine state since.
Dearest R.O.B., you put the beautiful in life.



Dear Jitterbug.
Like it is, like it was.
You and I, or one of us.
We take the stage to have some fun,
And before we know it - we're on the run.

There's a you, there's a me.
Soon we find a golden tree.
Beneath our feet, the sandy beach.
And our feet sunk at the sunset's reach.

You wish for a timeless wonder,
Where there's peace and nothing under.
I take your hand and move in closer,
And make our love that knows no wonder.

We will paint a scenery
From our hearts for them to see.
Coloured with love - ever so free,
And create our own destiny.

Couldn't be better, could it be worse?
I believe this is our course.
I'm yours and you are mine,
This may just be our perfect find.

You wish for a timeless wonder,
Where there's peace and nothing under.
I take your hand and move in closer,
And make our love that know no wonder.

Like it is, like it was,
Like it is, like it was...


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