Tonight I can write, can write about..

"To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering one must not love. But then one suffers from not loving. Therefore to love is to suffer, not to love is to suffer. To suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love. To be happy then is to suffer. But suffering makes one unhappy. Therefore, to be unhappy one must love, or love to suffer, or suffer from too much happiness. I hope you're getting this down"
Woody Allen.

I have heard so often "its love that makes the world go round", but me being a believer in realism of late, musnt write about something so dreamy as love?

We live with a constant urge to be loved from birth, as babies , as children, as youth, and as parents and grandparents ourselves. Is this instinct innate? And , at the same time isnt everything that we do , just to be loved a little more?

It's this very same love, that brings infinite unbridled joy, deeply ingrained grief even; drives you to heights of insanity and depths of depravity.Sophocles said that it is this one word that relieves us of the pain and weight of life, and yet it makes your heart heavy to part with that someone who showed you to love...

We learn that love is something that must be sustained, not by action, but by the pattern of devotion in the things that we do for our loved ones.Its nurtured tender,and yet its this gentleness that provokes the passion, jealousy, hatred , anguish and despair.

In the final analysis , I am yet to know if love is an act of endless forgiveness, or yet immortal sacrifice or just the pleasure of doing things together and endless thoughts that connect without words being spoken.We live in an ordinary world , and are but ordinary mortals , so how divine can human love be , a cynic might say. It has worked wonders and it maybe the key to heaven on earth for a few, and yet the gorgons of a past love trouble a few others.

Some verses are best left unsung , so you sing them yourself , some ripples in calm waters when there's no pebble tossed , to make you smile and sigh..

Well its not love that makes the world go round , it's what makes the ride worthwhile!
( Now does that finalé make me a romantic??!!)