I have heard of lofty praises for love
Love as eternity, love as nurturer of dreams
Ask me and I would tell you what love is,
Love is like the sting of a honey bee
All powerful for a moment, pain jabbing your heart
The next moment, eternity gets replaced by fraility.
Ask a honey bee, why does it end it's life by leaving it's sting while it could have other means.
You would find a helpless sigh escape your lips
For aren't you exactly like a honey bee?
The moment you see your love tumbling, you leave your sting
A sting enough to rip your love apart
A sting enough to jab your heart
A sting, a sting enough to kill you ounce by ounce
One moment you die, the other moment you live
And sing humming songs of despair
You drink despair, you breathe despair
Hail! Honey bee love.
"I want to see a setting sun", I told him as we sat in the shack looking at the bright sun gleaming over the waves. "Sure, let's not move anywhere", he readily jumped over the idea. We talked about everything that we had anticipated all along, this trip, our future together, family back home as we nonchalantly waited for the sun to set. It was only when the waiter brought a lamp to our side when I noticed that we had missed the whole idea of viewing the sunset! "Phew! I don't see the sun", I yelled out alarmed "laa", I heard him say. " Well, isn't it good that we can again come back tomorrow and sit in the same spot waiting for the sun to set", he remarked. Well, this is what I like about him. His ability to look at the positive side of life. Well, if not a sunset, we saw a pale moon's silvery gleam over those tall waves. We laughed and talked over endless cups of tea and food. While it was time to leave the shore, we di...
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