raksha, :-)

security is what an insecure person needs; insecurity is anathima to love! :-) now, that's classic catch-22 situation,  yeah? :-)

To know someone is waiting for you is not love. It is fear that no one acknowledges your existence. That you don't count. :-))

'angels' is a romanticised version of weak-willed humans, or outright evil. Hitler was somebody's angel too, remember? :-))
compromise? so what? he...he... nothing. Every individual has to live their own life. Or atleast justify it in their own eyes. :-))

Yes....love is all of those things! 

But it is also so much more....

It is the security..that u matter to someone!
It is to come home to an person who you know is waiting for you!
It is to bring angels to this earth..together!

yes.....it demands compromise, but then so what?

Khushnoor, Realisation has 'shock' value!!! he..he.. thanks for stopping. I am glad to see you here. :-))

I would be shocked but for the 'as you show me' part! Interesting. Thought provoking. Sad too, because it sometimes takes a long time to realise that that is not really love!

now we are siblings?! You are very clear and steady!!!  Yikes...i am running outta here

OS, glad you enjoyed the post. You know I would be much disappointed otherwise. :-)) Thanks for taking the time.

Meera san, once again we meet. And it is as delightful as the last opportunity!! :-)) What are we? Lost siblings? he..he.. thanks for stopping by. I appreciate it. :-))

Your right

to disrespect me,

behave badly,

then expect

to be treated like

a baby.

well expressed Mojo.. loved the poem!!

cheers n love
OS

It's sacrifices made

hoping

one of us is happy.

Faith

in a faithless feeling.

Love,

as you show me,

is depravity,

a mortal being's

excesses in

immorality.

wow ! Nicely put. I wonder...sometimes about *love* - this could be one line of thought...which, well... would make me a cynic of love...coz the way you put it.. it is. Truth - one of the hues. bam! 

sad.

On the way to your other blogs..