Cognoscente

I carry you so well in my thoughts that I forgot I had a tongue too - so content with my mind constantly talking with you voiceless that I almost forgot that there was a language which is used through the medium of sound as well. Pardon me, if I've gone silent but trust me, you're forever in my soul's embrace...

There must be a love that is bound by no contract, no obligation, no commitment, no permanent bonding. Love by its very word symbolises freedom and liberty, to come of its own, of deepest surrendering, in its own sweet pace and time, beyond the expectations of the other, unrestrictedly, whenever it pleases the heart, to come by and sing, and dance along. Such is the love that I truly dream of, something for which I'm not punished, if I'm not in the mood for it. Something for which I'm not blamed, if I wish to seclude myself. Like the sea waves that constantly comes and crashes itself against the shore, but also retreats, but with a promise, only to come back again. Visiting and revisiting every now and then. How beautiful would the world be if we could love as such, without the pain of compelled obligation. Like a bird that flies off to far off horizons and retreating to its nest by dusk. Such is the freedom that my wings seek. Don't offer me a golden cage and expect me to sing. My songs come out when I'm left open and my wings could freely glide in the air. The love that I seek is unrestricted and bound by no norms or rituals. The only contract of the heart is submission and surrendering - apart from that there's nothing that I seek...