(I recently heard two three songs that instantly inspired me to write. If you want to call this write up corny - be my guest but lately I have seen love manifest in weirdest of ways and I thought I needed to write up on it. There is all kinds of love, love between a man and woman, son and a mother, friends, sisterhood, childhood love stories - just was suddenly inspired to write on it)
SURRENDER
The ground is littered with fabrics and colours
Invitations and dresses, curses and messes
she is planning her wedding, tying the knot with the man she loves
He is there right by her side, declaring himself hers by not saying a word
Hands in hands , they promise never to let go
When the times comes you can see it in their eyes – it’s always all about the love
There is something about its which sets us free,
something about love which arrests us and lets us breathe
Its few words, a promise a deal – still it manages to be more than we see
He watches her every day, walk pass by, it adds a little more to the tiny little fractures
so what if they grew up together, shared the same stories, played the same games
she doesn’t sees him for a man he is now, maybe she never really saw him at all
He is writing down lyrics, composing a song, maybe someday she just won’t walk by
She would stop and listen and maybe finally manage to see
There is something about the love in his songs he sings
it’s weaving a magic, binding the words, making sense of unrelated words together
Don’t underestimate the power of it, if it can make broken melody a harmony its not a force to reckon with
She is standing by the door, waiting everyday wishing a car appears on the drive way
It isn’t easy to send a son to war, ask a mother’s heart denied
But today its different, today he is coming home, he is finally coming home
The war is behind them, the geographical limitations altered
There appears a car in a drive way and a pray on her lips
In this moment you could feel, it’s all about the love
Its in her tears, in her prayer even in the cookies she baked
there is something about it which makes the silence easy to be
So she doesn’t care who he is, when he would come or when he’d realise
She is going to play up her hair, put on a red lipstick, kick up her heels and break a leg
Waiting for mr, right never works, don’t need a boyfriend when she has her girlfriends
If her best friend doesn’t gets a the hint he is stupid, but then who cares its time to move on!
It not about the hair or the lipstick, there is something about the her spirit,
She is not going to give up on love, not anytime soon anyway
So she now knows why they call it ‘falling’ in love, cause sometimes it might as well just hurt
They have been friends for too long, more than half of their lives gone
Miles apart, in other corners of the world, they have survived everything together, just the three of them
Just a text away, just call to settle your fears, they have told each other everything in their hearts each day
Friends through heart breaks, marriage and success, they stick together, they pick up instantly where they left off any day
So what it is? If its not love?
Its in their eyes, In his songs
its in her tears, in her spirits and their texts and calls
Give in to it and surrender...
