"Will You Protect Me From The Fire?"

"Will you protect me from the fire?"

"Ofcourse!"

"Will you help me climb that mountain??"

"Yup! Absolutely!"

"Do you love me??"

"Love you? Not a chance!"

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Not all who love you would express it out aloud in poetic phrases and stylish sonnets. Some types of loves are beyond the circumference of words. In a way, words are too small, the entities to justify the humongous expanse of feelings. Or that if I say it, I'd make it small. Non admittance of love doesn't mean denial of it.

As the wisest race on earth right now, we gush too much on our extraordinary capabilities. But remember what we are deprived of. The words to express the intensity we feel. Sometimes, everything is just too muzzled up, or overwhelming, or even unreadable that we can't put in words and say out aloud the things we feel. There are times when we gather words somehow and form a barely there sentence. But then we shut our mouths and pens, thinking of the consequences. Such misfortune!

I feel sometimes we ponder too much about the purpose of the people who enter in our lives. The fact is that some of them are only here to witness us go through life. Like see us, and cheer for us from the side. As in not jumping in our struggles to save us, and not merrily enjoying our happiness. Like a cricket fan watching a match of two foreign countries, loving none.

There is something special about being seen, and perceived. Like just stay there, and watch me play. But just stay. Your presence is fulfilling if not overwhelming.

If you've welcomed them with open arms,

Bid bye like a gift from a friend, very kind.

Forevers are not for the people,

but the memories they leave behind.

Oh how tragic it is to be two people in two different states, with two different sets of problems, with two different level of anxieties, and two different abilities to cope, to come together and talk. Not just that, but bare yourself so hard before the other, that at one point, the two different lives become a beautiful confluence of problems and solutions. That no matter how deep this ocean of mess becomes, we ain't leaving each other's hands.

Like one says they are in love, in grief, in pain, it explicitly expresses how these are not just states of emotions, but some places to be. Some place you and I often visit, stay there, don't want to leave, but eventually we have to. Some place that we long to be in, or some place we desire to escape from. Some place that witnesses our growth, that catalyzes it. Some place that plans our doom, and some place that liberates us too.