The Phoenix of Love
Akanksha Bhalla Ahluwalia
April 30, 2009
If lovers were simpler and love less complex, we would not have broken hearts. But there would also be no legends. The Thorn Birds would not be thorn birds. And God would be dead; just a certain prayer I repeated in school.
A sunken brow wouldn´t remember a certain name. If it wasn´t for a lover´s fallen wish; nothing would have immortalized him. The world would be odd shapes and pieces. And I still a little girl gazing at the ocean not knowing what lay beyond.
Dreams would not be of a world beyond worlds and blogs would only read of concrete towers and car speeds. My words would not have meant anything if an Icarus with wax wings had never flown to a sun called me. When Emily Dickinson said---- "All I know of love is; that love is all there is"--- could she be have talking of you and me.
She was his song.
She gave him a part of her and he reduced her to skin and bone in a way that brought forth her real beauty within. He imparted in her a certain death and she turned timeless. If you die to the temporal you become eternal. I died and came out of the cloud and I was the effulgent moon. I died to the din of mundane concerns, and in the silence of love I found the spark of life. I began the day I met him.
He was her point of origin.
This world that I am always trying to configure according to me and then love came and swept it all away and in one moment I was at Heaven´s mercy. I was whole and one with the Ultimate One. But it was in my lover´s face that I first saw Him.
He was my point of origin.
He was the brightest light of the universe; next only to the one that none can shadow. But under the skies and in the world of men; he was the brightest.
Love has no cause; it is the astrolabe of God´s secrets. It is in sweet folly and pain that God is revealed to human eye. Or else, 'Serendipity' was only a talkative movie and the Greek word ´fatum´ unmeaning.
Without love there would be no crowning glories and there would be no tragedy for faith to heal. So I surrendered to a higher intelligence. Perhaps, Rumi said it best--- "The agony of lovers burns with the fire of passion. Lovers leave traces of where they´ve been. The wailing of broken hearts is the doorway to God."
And here I come. You must gain entrance to His Palace only when you pass the test. You must have loved and lost and tear-soaked yet loved again. For what is love but pain disguized.
But, pain is pain when it dulls; it is catharsis when it purges.
The daily cares of life should not be your worry but Heaven´s gigantic needs must your pursuit be. So that if one day you woke up and found yourself in Heaven, those will be the only tales to tell. And my lover´s face may still come to rescue me.
Because nothing was as chaste as my love for him. He shall never be a forgotten story…
As I live he shall live with me
As I die he shall die with me
But do we really die?
No, we shall dwell in the infinite Himself
I will be the soul bride and he will be my desire.
A sunken brow wouldn´t remember a certain name. If it wasn´t for a lover´s fallen wish; nothing would have immortalized him. The world would be odd shapes and pieces. And I still a little girl gazing at the ocean not knowing what lay beyond.
Dreams would not be of a world beyond worlds and blogs would only read of concrete towers and car speeds. My words would not have meant anything if an Icarus with wax wings had never flown to a sun called me. When Emily Dickinson said---- "All I know of love is; that love is all there is"--- could she be have talking of you and me.
She was his song.
She gave him a part of her and he reduced her to skin and bone in a way that brought forth her real beauty within. He imparted in her a certain death and she turned timeless. If you die to the temporal you become eternal. I died and came out of the cloud and I was the effulgent moon. I died to the din of mundane concerns, and in the silence of love I found the spark of life. I began the day I met him.
He was her point of origin.
This world that I am always trying to configure according to me and then love came and swept it all away and in one moment I was at Heaven´s mercy. I was whole and one with the Ultimate One. But it was in my lover´s face that I first saw Him.
He was my point of origin.
He was the brightest light of the universe; next only to the one that none can shadow. But under the skies and in the world of men; he was the brightest.
Love has no cause; it is the astrolabe of God´s secrets. It is in sweet folly and pain that God is revealed to human eye. Or else, 'Serendipity' was only a talkative movie and the Greek word ´fatum´ unmeaning.
Without love there would be no crowning glories and there would be no tragedy for faith to heal. So I surrendered to a higher intelligence. Perhaps, Rumi said it best--- "The agony of lovers burns with the fire of passion. Lovers leave traces of where they´ve been. The wailing of broken hearts is the doorway to God."
And here I come. You must gain entrance to His Palace only when you pass the test. You must have loved and lost and tear-soaked yet loved again. For what is love but pain disguized.
But, pain is pain when it dulls; it is catharsis when it purges.
The daily cares of life should not be your worry but Heaven´s gigantic needs must your pursuit be. So that if one day you woke up and found yourself in Heaven, those will be the only tales to tell. And my lover´s face may still come to rescue me.
Because nothing was as chaste as my love for him. He shall never be a forgotten story…
As I live he shall live with me
As I die he shall die with me
But do we really die?
No, we shall dwell in the infinite Himself
I will be the soul bride and he will be my desire.
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