I was reading Privy Trifles’ blog tonight wherein I read some lines on love by Pablo Neruda.

One that particularly caught my attention was :

To feel the love of people whom we love is a fire that feeds our life.

It made me think about love. I believe that love is like a fire that burns inside you. A fire that gives you heat and power, a fire that radiates warmth towards the one that you love. When the fire of love burns in you, it keeps giving warmth. The fire grows more and burns longer when you feed it more, especially so if this comes from the person you love.

This also made me think about unrequited love. You keep radiating warmth, and the fire consumes all that was keeping it aflame before slowly dying down. It is still there, ready to be fed, ready to flare up again but reduced to embers. Embers. Embers that lie dormant, but one whiff of the person you loved, one thought or memory that triggers all that you once felt for them comes flooding right back in.

It’s all that is needed to flare it again. The fire is short lived, but this fire will either give warmth again but to yourself, and comfort you. Or burn you, bit by bit. Soon it is reduced to embers again, waiting for another whiff or blow to come its way. Love, unrequited.

I will leave you with another bit by Neruda:

In this part of the story I am the one who dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you, because I love you, Love, in fire and in blood.

13 thoughts on “Love, unrequited

  1. I completely agree to you here.

    Like I said in reply to your comment there the embers can either burn you completely or warm your heart to become the fire that keeps you going.

    Memories, emotions and fistful of good times are perhaps the only remnants in both the cases. And they are treasured no matter what, forever.

  2. “You never really stop loving someone, you just learn to live without them.”
    Some good memories, some bad…but, yes the embers can do wonders.

  3. Oooh that was deep!

    But I am already in holiday mode no unrequited love for me..its all about feeling loooooved! 😀

  4. That was a beautiful piece…especially the unrequited love part. The flame just needs to be triggered…indeed. 🙂

  5. All the while I was reading this post, I kept thinking of Sholay. Maybe because that is the Hindi translation of the word Embers.
    If you think long and hard, that whole thing between Thakur and Gabbar really might have just been unrequited love.
    Think about it.

  6. Loved the love here 🙂 Neruda is like no other in his expressions on Love. One of my all time favourites.
    And the word embers. It delights, and appeals, and makes one feel poignant too, for the fire that has gone out. Still, hope finds wings in that they remain. The embers 🙂

  7. Lovely… 🙂
    You made put life into this feeling described in four letters… indeed love is an all consuming emotion ~ its like that fire that illuminates and even burns to ashes…

    The worship that the.heart lifts above and heavens reject not…

    Lovely work, HB

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