Looking at the sky she thought to herself that the quote, “Sunset is like the first stab of love,” was very true. She had always believed in a love that was beyond everything. She wistfully pondered on it – a love that was beyond any touch, words or any promises. A love where the eyes conveyed everything that lay untold in the very core of the heart, soul and mind. She wondered watching the changing evening sky from the colors of the sunset evening sky to the twilight sky, until darkness set it….if there was a love like that beyond everything else…..just the true ecstasy of loving and being loved beyond all touches and words. She felt the sky expressed everything to her.
The sky was ablaze with changing colors of yellow, orange, peach, purple and pink till the twilight curtain came down. She was in a state of euphoria seeing the vast expanse of the sky in a riot of beautiful colors with expressions of her soul written all over it. As she stood gazing at the sky, she couldn’t help wondering at the perfect blend of the sun and the sky, where they merged with the clouds to burst into a blaze of colors – a fiery orange to pearly pinks. The very fact that love was and is always presented in a whole range of colors hit her suddenly.- the sensuous blue to the melancholic grey.
When the twilight curtain faded away bringing in the darkness and the twinkling winking start, she realized that there was a deep rooted part of her soul that understood the connection between self-sacrifice and love. By giving so freely of herself, more than anyone could ever ask, she felt that the true language of love, is best spoken without words.
The first blush of love,
clings to the heart forever,
never deserts the soul,
memory of a special tenderness.
Pangs of love speak in multitudes,
the unrequited is an ache,
a bolt out of the blue,
Unwritten are the words of love,
Inscribed in the heart,
engraved with emotions,
Among words and actions.