Some are born to receive from life, and
some are born to give life its due: a sacrificial deed that it owes to itself.
A boyish curiosity is often misinterpreted as a bootless errand because it ought not
to follow the ceremonious relationship with anyone or anything to
ruin the nature of being given an institution which hears utterances of divine messages from an unknown destination.
With that being an inspiration, one's always desirous of fulfilling contentment with that which
governs the spirituality of what is enclosed in the physical form of the heart.
It learns to be dutiful when in love as a piece of paper has never made a man
capable of responsibilities, not even a harsh discipline of a strict Father. The
fiscal responsibilities that end in the economical areas of life are
always feared of intimacy.
And that when the relational commitment experiences the caliber of spousal and intellectual intimacy and romantic communication, it learns what it is to garland the love of her blushing smile, near and far, under her breath, and from the tresses wafts the subtle savor of one's return as the day ends.
God was smart to lend the key to the completeness of a
man to his woman and to lend the key to the completeness of a woman to her man. So that none has the means to dominate another.
For it’s destroyed by a word, and a word is
sometimes enough to revivify what was drowned in the deepest dark of the heart.
In a heart's innocent pursuit to win a heart, it
understands that a beautiful face shining its virtue of character is a treat to
an eye and need not want good maintenance but a praising eye that glorifies its
emotional sides.
Like,
It has no sorrow nor grief, and no misery can blind its eye,
for it's walking in the streets of thousand lights.
No cold wind can chap its lips;
When it's living in the warmth of the kiss.
None can betray when it has laid its head on the embracing chest;
only death can be unprotected by the wraps of arms laying around its bequest.
Therefore, I reiterate, that some are born to receive from life and some are born to give life its due; and its due is to remain in the pure and innocent guidance of the loving heart, if only you believe. A giving hand is better and longer than a receiving hand. The silence of a bearer is more merciful than the noise of a whiny. The care resides in the heart that is patient and understanding. Because Love makes a boy grow into a man; for age is just a number.
Credits: had I not accidentally listened to Anisuthide Yako Indu, meaning, don't know why I'm feeling this way today, I wouldn't have felt this way today. Some accidents evoke fire into a smile of pain.
And in a heartbeat, I lost everything to the Kannada Songs and their movies, and to regain the nostalgic rhythm finding its English Subtitles was the only scope left in my pulses.
And what follows until this line is integrity in reflecting on lost art.
Written by
Zain Khan
with extraordinary inspiration.