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Love is gypsy or nomad
By Fayaz Buriro
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edited: Sunday, August 10, 2003
Posted: Monday, August 06, 2001
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The Love is eternal and like the cycle it transmigrates as gypsies. So why I say this that " Love is gypsy and nomad." It is same when human created and will be same when nothing will be ………….
Man is born for love and dies for making a little space for other one. The other one comes for it and this cycle goes on …… without a break. As human being opens his eyes, he cries for love. His whole life passes the different stations of it and finally he dies with same cry…. The cry for love. This is very paradoxical thing. Only few in millions understand it. Although it is not hard but if we feel it with heart not mind. Because mind is ogre of externity, it depends upon external visions. Only heart feels it. The reason is very simple for its feeling, because heart is directly linked with our soul. And the soul is one and that is soul of Supreme Being. It is like this, that when a child born actually that child aparted from his mother's womb. But one thing happens exactly at there, the gravity between child and mother. Mother doesn't want to keep away her child from herself and child too. Though his conscious is not still properly working but he cries against isolation even for one hour. And that gravity is basically love. As child grows, simultaneously that gravity grows day by day. At this age the vision of love is child is circling towards with mother. He feels every subtle touch, every ogle from his mom and after all from his nears and dears. As time passes when he comes in teenage he inserts some things more in his love index. After toys, pets he needs one strange one and wants to attention of that body. Now his love transmigrates into perfect new direction. Probably he cries then absolutely like his childhood cries. One very little bit of isolation even for one hour he doesn't keep tolerance. Now his love transmigrated from his motherhood to his beloved. But the gravity of love is same. Now here his whole emotions help him for more stimulation. History witnesses that largely suicidal cases occur in this age. What are dos and don'ts, he doesn't take these. Only his aim revolves toward that love. Which is his current need. But here, a very typical situation transpires. One thing comes with him still, and that is his mother's love. Right now he feels himself in between vice. But due to his selfishness he opts his new destination. And lastly after two or three decades his love journey arrives at new station. The station of his own offspring. Now he cries, he intense and cares for his children. Like his mother or father's he feels same gravity to his own children. In this age as well as his parents feelings in his childhood he doesn't want to keep him or his offspring away for a little bit of time. The love is same, the man is same but destinations are different. And finally he dies, takes an ogle on his past life, his children and where he passed his whole life, cries and closes eyes. He left some bodies for doing that task and allows anyone to come and fulfill his gap. But the cycle is not finished here. Like child is aparted from his mother's womb, his soul was also joined with him from the " Master Soul". And at the last migration (that is called by you death) the soul absorbed with Supreme Soul, like a drop of water dipped in to ocean . again, and again this cycle of evaporation comes on ……. The Love is eternal and like the cycle, it migrates as gypsies. So why I say this that " Love is gypsy and nomad." It is same when human created and will be same when nothing will be…..Compiled by : Altaf Mahar.
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| Reviewed by Nessa Miller |
3/27/2003 |
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| this is beautiful and i understood your concept right away, not so much in your words but the feelings i get reading this and the feelings you inspire in your reader:)or maybe it's my gypsy blood, who knows, loved this, nessa |
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| Reviewed by Fasih |
10/26/2001 |
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Oh my God.
How very strange this notion!
Very very sacred.
the author is very genius. |
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| Reviewed by Liond Victor |
10/9/2001 |
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| Very mind provoking. |
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