If LOVE were all..

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If I pen down 'love,' may you feel it all...

I've spent my entire life perceiving love through Rumi's eyes, a longing, endless yet futile. When you and I got married, people often asked, "Simon, why did you marry so soon?" It was an arranged marriage, although most think it was love. The past was bitter, and honestly, it was that bitterness that gave my pen its strength. Pursuing an advanced fellowship in transplant hepatology in a remote, deprived region like was the fulfillment of a promise I made to my brother, a realization of my own dream that completed me in ways I cannot describe. Yet, late at night, when the Express train thunders past the rail line buried in sand nearby, I remember the bitterness of my youth and how it found its completion in the form of you.

No matter how deeply one loses themselves in the world, God never lets one stray from His love, and it's in this love that the feminine audacity also travels, those fragile threads, young promises on a fraying string walked in darkness. The moment you display such audacity, you are grounded, humbled, and then it's up to the Divine's mercy whether He keeps you on that ground or lifts you to the heavens. In the rhythmic clinking of anklets on muddied feet, dancing in the rain-soaked earth, at any moment, spirituality may sweep you off your feet; this is the journey of Divine presence.

Whenever I looked at you, a question often surfaced in my mind: Can one truly fall in love after marriage? For love, after all, is synonymous with unattainability. How can one love what one already possesses? When Orion was born, he replaced you. This was a new rain of emotions, yet, was this love? He was but a part of my own being. This was affection. A love so pure it rivaled even that elusive love. In the search for an answer to this question, my journey brought me to compassion.

I have yet to meet compassion, but I have fallen in love with its love. It provided me an answer to a question I could never find in Rumi's books. A part of my restless soul remained in search of it: Can one truly fall in love after marriage? Yes, if that love becomes unattainable. Even love takes the form of passion if it transcends and becomes eternal.

If I pen down an 'L', you begin to feel me,
Then with 'O', your sleep escapes,
When 'V' flows, a soft shiver awakens,
If I complete 'LOVE', may you feel it all.

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