Jane Eyre..

So disheartened is the life.
With this solitary soul centered in the vast open directions.
Not at alone.. but yet lonesome.
Rights are been thrashed upon.. every time and everywhere.
The ways are too long and endless..
Despite.. there is no escape.
Legs are walking.. running.. but without destination.
The quest for genuine is among fake realities.

Someone is hidden out there beyond the darkness.
Someone is keeping the watch.
Someone loves this heart but also has a thirst of warm tears.
The spirit or whatever it is.. is calling.. since the ability of hearing was gifted.
It is paving the way of fate towards itself.
And for that it uses all the means of forces.

It is the peace for which everybody endeavor.
It is the love which everybody ask for.
It is the need for which everybody live.. by hook or by crook.
And this is the soul among that everybody.

There are too many degrees and qualifications here.. advanced educational systems.. but they hold no lessons of life.
Dirty minds and lives are wrapped by beautiful outfits.
The one with power is always great and the other is proved fake.
Millions here have millions of their rules and attitudes.
Turning the head all round lows down the inner strength.
The only vivacity is inside the moral mind and outside of this bodily trap.

Soul has something to say.. but the heart should hear.

Life has something to show.. but this mind should understand.

The morals.. The facts which are never discussed.. should be given a heed.

Tolerance is the thing most useful.. yet have it bounded by a limit.
Hide these tears.. but also flow them out if found a chance.
Love with all the heart and body.. but don't break the rules.
Live with a lovely one.. but legally.
Don't face the boundless passions.. just run away till you find a place of magnetic field.. a field of love and contentment.
Quit thinking of the things which can't matter your existence.
Do return.. the right track should be fueled by repentance and shouldn't be hindered by ego.
Listen to the silence and not those people.

Be simple and direct.
Make ups are only for those who have ugliness to hide.
Keep the tongue sweet but at times bitter when it comes for truth.
Have shame of flaunting about a non valid matter.
Innocence.. Image.. Virginity.. Trust.. Love.. are the things which are once gone can't be returned.

Love is a primordial phenomenon which has been evolved since generations and which is yet to resolve..
Love can never be taught.. can never be forced or make experienced.
It is natural and it has been practically implemented by love idols.

Love has many forms.. many phases.. many names..
Love has revived through many crises.. has travelled through many mediums..

Love is everywhere but is tied by a string.. string which bonds together..
Only the need is to seek its end.. to hold it.. and to treasure.. like Jane Eyre..

- A reprise by Sumiet Talekar