If there’s something I repent today, they are those instances when I could have given love, lots of it, but because I was too scared of a downfall, kept it bottled, protected, and it simmered... burning me along with it. I could've allowed love into the quarters of my heart, but was too scared of being swept away by its tides. I was too scared of being drowned, knowing not that complete immersion was the only way to experience love to its fullest potential. I was scared of expressing love when I felt it, was scared of showing care when I did care, was scared of starting a chapter that I wasn't sure I could see through till the end, was scared of the future when all that mattered was today. I wasn't scared of falling in love, just scared of losing it and hurting myself in the process. And making myself callous, I built up a wall around; knowing little that the heart is not meant to be alone. Its not meant to travel alone. One can't live cupping it in one's palms to avoid the scorching heat.
Too much fright only quiets the heart that continues to mutely suffer. Protecting it is an assault to it. It leaves you with a mute ache and a chaotic mind. And when the self-made carapace withers with time, all that'll be left is that lonely heart. The spirit needs to soar in the skies, it needs to rejuvenate itself and bathe in the magic of love. For it can rejoice only at the point where love converges. Set your heart free, let it fly. It has its own longing, and its own sense of direction. It can recognize favourable seasons and migrate through the lands to make that journey and reach them. It’ll fall, collide against the branches, be bruised by the winds, but it'll ultimately find a nest for itself.
E.A.L
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(18.2.06 21:36)
Hey, beautiful..did you write this yourself? mind if i quote it?
(19.2.06 11:19)
yes, i wrote it... and if you like it, you can definitely quote it!
Heretic
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(24.2.06 08:53)
Walls around the self. Whoever learns to fly that fears the fall? :-)
(26.2.06 17:18)
its precisely those walls around us that prevent us from forsaking our own boundaries and flying higher... sad, but we tend to protect ourselves a bit too much!
LAB
(2.3.06 09:47)
That is too good. I really appreciate your writing skills and the thinking power.
(7.3.06 18:59)
thank you LAB! am glad you liked it.
anand khedkar
(22.1.08 17:28)
Love is a beautiful feeling,
even when it involves the fear of loosing the person you love....
Its better to have loved and lost....
than to never have loved at all
(16.7.10 04:39)
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The spirit needs to soar in the skies, it needs to rejuvenate itself and bathe in the magic of love. For it can rejoice only at the point where love converges. Set your heart free, let it fly. It has its own longing, and its own sense of direction. It can recognize favourable seasons and migrate through the lands to make that journey and reach them. It’ll fall, collide against the branches, be bruised by the winds, but it'll ultimately find a nest for itself. 
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