Loops

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It comes back.

Everything does.

Everything has a definite end, love and longing, both.

And in the end, everybody gets served, just the right amount they deserved.

People come and go. Faces pop in and pop out. Eyes sparkle and the same eyes demean. Hearts that once beat or you beat for another heart another day.

We weave dreams, we build castles. We revel in newfound love, we miss our old loves. Windows once opened to allow light are painted afresh, so that the fragrance of newness might help the staleness of the old to be driven out.

We walk. We trip. We fall. We get up, dust our bums, walk again, this time steadily so as to not trip again. We appreciate the hand that stretches out to us in order to lift us back on our feet. Sometimes, its only intelligent to bargain our own hand in the process.

 Change is the norm of civilization, for it is the only constant; death being the only certainty of Life. True, dreams once knit cannot be rewoven. However, what matters is the impression of the dream that gets traced on the thread, visible in the form of those wrinkles, those shapes that got formed over time; traces that got left on the bed we sat on last, or stains that got left on the coffee mug we sipped from.

We follow a loop. You, me, everybody.

 We fall in love, we fall out of love. And its all too natural to love and be loved.

All over again.

:)