My Love....not best , yet true......My true love

Now what can be a true love?? How can you ever say that your love is the best?? Weigh it?? Measure it?? Grade it?? Or just get it published in daily metros??

Of course not…none of them…

It is something that can only be felt and not expressed. It is something to be kept in heart and cherished. Telling your love about your feelings is good, but always counting your love makes it a take and give game sort of thing .The least you grade your love, the best it would be. Who says to give up your life in love, to end up everything to prove your love? I will not. Surely I will not. I wanna live. Live till the natural death. Not because I fear death or I love Life. I wanna live because I wanna my heart live. I wanna alive those feelings and that beautiful face that I have kept safe in my heart. There lives someone in my heart who’s a single sneeze brings coughs to me. Whose single minute going in attempt to sleep makes my whole night sleepless. I wanna live for that. My love. Maybe not best, yet my true love.

Some of you may be feeling that these lines are too philosophical and too common. Yes they are. But they are not just to beautify the literature. Search inside yourself. Surely these lines can be copied from anywhere, but what matters is the content (However, I guarantee you that each word is original). You can deny to the world of what you feel, But what about your inner-self . The feelings of your’s. Those feelings of your’s which are forcing you to read because you have someone in your mind while your eyes are just floating through these words. You can oppose my words, but you can never oppose yourself, your inner self, your heart.

Love is not just to hang out with , roam about the roads , through the parks ,dinners , late night parties or those heavy bills and pages of call details coming from telephone department and all call at same number , as though you forgot how to make new 10 digit numbers out of the known numerals.

Feel the love. True love is that which makes you smile on remembering your past. True love never makes you cry, no matter since how long you have not seen each other or even heard the voice of your love. That same voice for which you used to go away on terrace at nights, for which you saved them by the false names of your gender. The voice which made the watch click-click a disturbing noise. The late night telephonic talks which would make others wake up and thereafter, the full use of those cheap sms packs until you went into their dreams and your parents only took the handsets from your hand in morning when you were still deep in sleep.

That is true love friend. True love should not expect lifelong travel. A little walk and happily bidding bye can be the best love if that is for the happiness of your love. A little of care , A little of emotion – allz that . Thinkk of ittt…..

I have passed through that phase of life ….. and I still remember her ……..She is still in my heart ……though we havn't met since a long time , yet I can see her everywhere , in evry feminine face......

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