An outburst of ignored expectations, misunderstanding, lack of attention, call it whatever you may. For a few times now, there have been moments when dignity and respect has taken a back seat and the devil getting the better of you. Not being able to bridge the gap of communication is such a helpless feeling. Probably this frustration fills our outburst with senseless tongue hurling and hurtful sentences. Often these mindless lashing result in to serious conflicts and a reason for many more fights. What does one do to ease such a situation? Is there a way you can express your views without being vengeful in action or words?
Labor of love is respect, understanding and companionship. While love itself is seemingly open to anyone's definition, and often beyond simple articulation. It's an experience. That interestingly makes it very very subjective. So, when there is disrespect, misunderstanding or feeling of loneliness it creates a furor; as the most sensitive harmony in one's life is disturbed. This love is not necessarily indicative of a love for someone or something but love that is always around in any/many forms that it exists. To simply, a mother feels lonely when her child decides to move to a new city in search of a new world/self. A person feels disrespected when his work goes unnoticed. All these situations create a change but only in its interpretation and not necessarily in its true sense of emotion. A child can never stop loving his mother who feels left alone, the man does not loose his passion or love for what he has been doing so well.
To be able to dive deep into the ocean or climb the highest mountains haven't really poised a big enough challenge but conquering this feeling in a sense that reflects the true state of being has been mysterious and yet to be achieved feat. No wonder than that people seek the path often called Godliness.
Sand in my head, unable to hold your criticism,
Not to say I am insensitive but sincerely to understand,
To explain the furor, for criticism are many,
But none more hurtful than the one that came from you.
Sand in my head, unable to support your ignorance,
Not to say I can understand but sincerely to be there,
To explain the furor, I am nothing to many,
But with you I am complete.
Sand in my head, unable to support you anger,
Not to say I am there but sincerely to hear,
To explain the furor, For many shout and cry,
None more painful than to see you cry.
Sand in my head craving to be the sponge,
To soak up everything you say,
To explain the furor I hear from many,
But none more meaningful than the one that came from you.
Sand in my head craving for the sea,
Of love that comes only from you.
Labor of love is respect, understanding and companionship. While love itself is seemingly open to anyone's definition, and often beyond simple articulation. It's an experience. That interestingly makes it very very subjective. So, when there is disrespect, misunderstanding or feeling of loneliness it creates a furor; as the most sensitive harmony in one's life is disturbed. This love is not necessarily indicative of a love for someone or something but love that is always around in any/many forms that it exists. To simply, a mother feels lonely when her child decides to move to a new city in search of a new world/self. A person feels disrespected when his work goes unnoticed. All these situations create a change but only in its interpretation and not necessarily in its true sense of emotion. A child can never stop loving his mother who feels left alone, the man does not loose his passion or love for what he has been doing so well.
To be able to dive deep into the ocean or climb the highest mountains haven't really poised a big enough challenge but conquering this feeling in a sense that reflects the true state of being has been mysterious and yet to be achieved feat. No wonder than that people seek the path often called Godliness.
Sand in my head, unable to hold your criticism,
Not to say I am insensitive but sincerely to understand,
To explain the furor, for criticism are many,
But none more hurtful than the one that came from you.
Sand in my head, unable to support your ignorance,
Not to say I can understand but sincerely to be there,
To explain the furor, I am nothing to many,
But with you I am complete.
Sand in my head, unable to support you anger,
Not to say I am there but sincerely to hear,
To explain the furor, For many shout and cry,
None more painful than to see you cry.
Sand in my head craving to be the sponge,
To soak up everything you say,
To explain the furor I hear from many,
But none more meaningful than the one that came from you.
Sand in my head craving for the sea,
Of love that comes only from you.
