** THE DEFINITION: OF L O V E **
She was a girl from a noble family. She was well fed since childhood.
Dressed as her heart-desired. Brought up in a free atmosphere, lived a secure life—her father had provided all she needed—
Such girls become beautiful wives, cause their faces don’t have the scratches of liabilities of their childhood—
Otherwise they scratch with the nails of their inferiority complex turning a
reasonable man into a mess—don’t do this—don’t do that—don’t look here—don’t go there.
Such patient women destroy the carrier of a man.
I needed a woman with a healthy heart & brain—thank God that I fell in love with that woman too—
But love means different in sight of men and women—
Men say. If a woman loves me, she shouldn’t ask anything from him. She should just keep on loving him.
Not only she should love—but should also sacrifice for him too—
Man calls the patience of woman love—
Women calls the passion of man love—
Men wants to burden more and more weight on women.
Putting more & more weight without even hearing a sigh they call love.
Women call the little attention of men love.
Men call running further away, love.
Women call love being even under the feet
Men being even in love want to be free like a bird in the sky.
Whereas women want to get rolled themselves in the chains of love.
Women want to get hugged—
Men want to get dwindle—
Woman who gets a man—her life begins to rotate around his axis.
Man who gets a woman. She becomes priceless in his sight.
But my school of thoughts was different than this.
I don’t think love and marriage the chain of my feet. My dreams my realities—the songs of my mom—the insolvent background of my past
always remains in my subconscious—
Yes I knew I wanted to get the skill of life and fuel from her—she became the heart of all women. Wide, open—unlimited—
[This message has been edited by janu (edited July 08, 2000).]