Virgil once said:
"Love conquers all."
If you talk to two persons, one who has never felt love, and other who is deeply in love, you will find them talking in a very different way.
If you ask a person who has never loved about what he/she felt about the others talk, the answer will be- crazy!
Is it true? Does love drive one to madness? It may not be madness as understood by psychiatrists, but a madness of emotions. Is that right? Why does love do that? To understand this, we have to explore more about love or romance.
Is it friendship? Is it physical attraction? Is it just liking for each other? What is love and what is this relationship all about?
Love combines all these and goes much beyond in bonding. Lovers are bonded to each other emotionally and totally. A lover cannot imagine of a life without his/her beloved. A lover will suffer like a fish suffers without water, if he/she is separated from the beloved. Love becomes the whole life.
Love gives life. Love becomes the reason of life. Life begins and ends with love. That is love. And that’s why people call love mad.
How and why a lover feels like this for one’s beloved is beyond any logical explanation. There is no arithmetic sum that can decide this. It is all emotional. And the emotions are so overwhelming that they engulf the whole personality.
Why does a flower look lovely to all of us? Why are we attracted by the sight of a beautiful sunset? Why do we love to walk on the beach? Do we know? Can we answer these questions? Our only answer may be that- I feel happy doing it.
A lover feels happy, rather so happy in love that it cannot be compared with any other happiness. One forgets one’s pains, one’s pleasures and one’s existence when in love.
Fall in love if you still haven’t and feel the madness. You will get a clue to why true lovers are called mad. Love is a beautiful emotion, and it impacts in a tremendous manner.
Perhaps a groovy kind of crazy love is just around the corner for you.
To you whom I haven't met yet, will you believe me if I said when love is not a madness, it is not a love? My mysterious someone, believe me for one day, when I am with you, the only place that I want to be is closer to you. I want the world to know, if there was ever a love, mine is for you and that is what I called a madness in love.
Sometimes, I wish I had the gift of making rhymes for me thinking that there is a poetry in my head and heart since I have been longing to love you. Poetry spills from the cracks of a broken heart, but flows from one which is loved. But then, nobody has ever measured, even poets, how much a heart can hold. Hopefully one day, you will be able to tell me about it.
Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice, but for those who love, time is eternity. And time is the only answer for my love towards you for I believed you will appear in my life one day, someday.
Until then, keep in your mind the fact that I had fallen in love with you way before we knew each other. If there is a day when you read all my notes here, put in your heart that it was dedicated to you, and love me, for when you love me, the world is mine.
I had tripped over fake love, and still standing up, hopefully when I fall in love with you, I am falling forever with you.
For the other half of the sky,
The Half Moon Serenades.