The Truthful Love

How does one ‘acquire’ love?

I do not wish to acquire Love, for love itself means the attainment of self. But since you ask this question Mask; let me tell you that I wish to have nothing in return for this love. My soul erupts in boundless joy every time I see her smile; my heart misses a thousand beats and yet thunders within every time I see the sparkle in her beautiful eyes.

What more can a Man ask for or seek when life in its entirety immerses itself in the million hues of love. I wish to be alive in this new found expression of truth and love today and for ever. In the decades leading up to this moment of truth I have compromised my existence between truth and escapism, love and greed. I have often mistaken love for lust and lust for love and often have I surrendered pregnant happiness to the lure of deceitful Masks.

Not this time my friend, for I stand at the cross roads of my eventful life; I have failed so often that I believed that I will have no more chances; but my destiny runs deep and I have one more chance to resurrect my life and future. My future lies not in acquiring love, but in nurturing it. My destiny beckons me; not to reach out; but to search within and bask in the goodness of the being that only true love can provide.

How complete I feel when she understands my silence, when she makes me smile even when the dark clouds of uncertainty hover above us. I feel like the Man I was always meant to be when she appreciates me for what I am, with all my failings; never once making me contemplate calling upon the Masks that I always fell back on before I had found love. I have no animosity towards you Mask, but I feel no more need of you; not today or ever for I am now truly in love.

The innocent Face is what I was always waiting for. With every passing day, the belief strengthens with in me that my life has now touched its core, my cause is complete and I seek no more. I seek not to acquire love for I am blessed with it; my soul is now truthfully embalmed in love. I seek not to acquire love; for no material possession will now be a cause big enough to make me compromise on the most divine possession of all – to be possessed by the love of the innocent Face!

 

The Ominous Wait

The dance of life on the symphony of love; magnificent, surreal emotions as the man dances with the innocent face. When was the last I saw you in such blissful state, when was the last I saw the truthful smile dance across your face?

Deep within, even I am happy, even the Mask whom you so deplore this very moment feels happy for the child who has grown up to find the eternal happiness in the arms of the woman he so loves. I am not an evil Mask, I am just truthful to my creation. I play the game I was once summoned upon to play and I mince no emotions as I ensure that your lies remain wrapped under the veil of the Mask.

Even the most arduously impassive of the Masks develop a degree of attachment to the face they cling to; so do I. I feel happy to see you in love today; I admire your desire to love the face with all your childlike passion. Yet as I see you strain towards attaining the love of your life, my thoughts wander towards the once open pages of your life; the times when both you and I had made ourselves and each other believe that you had finally fallen in love. Even then the sweep of love was immense, the pull of desire so dramatic that I had felt left behind in its wake and yet those trysts with love now remain consigned to the backyard of your colourful past. What would you do now that you could not do then? What part of yourself will you be willing to surrender to acquire the elusive love that you had refused to part with then?

How much longer before you bring the Mask out; how much longer before the need to hide and conceal and secure your make believe world overtakes the selflessness of love?

How much longer before the Man surrenders his hard earned love to the comforts of being led and controlled by the Mask?

I shall wait.