A Confusion Of Feelings

Love, true love, is that which can give the most without asking or demanding anything in return


O Rose, thou art sick!
The invisible worm
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy.
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
- William Blake.


Love is a four letter word controlling the five letter world. The inability of the animals having an extra sense to differentiate between love and lust causes to induce in oneself heartless if not, grave decisions.


This poem by William Blake brings out the intense confused inner feelings of a guy. The poem starts with the description of a girl as beautiful as the rose, who goes by the name of Rose. The guy is shocked to know the girl is not in good health. He describes himself as one among the many lovers of Rose and is almost not visible if not invisible to her. Unable to accept the fact that Rose doesn't even realize his existence and confusing his inner feelings, he turns into this unwanted creature wanting his love to be something of existence. He desires his love to be something as beautiful as crimson, the color of love and beauty. He is totally obsessed with her beauty which makes him so angry that she doesn't notice him. He is filled with all sorts of mixed emotions which watered by his obsession of Rose grows into this tyranny of thoughts and adds to the storm raging in him, thus poisoning his mind. He decides to be no longer the invisible worm. He goes to discovering Rose's place and finds her sleeping in her bed. The blinding emotions leads him to killing her unreasonably. And thus his dark and secret love leads to destroy the one he loved or thought he loved. The last line reveals a complete new meaning of the feelings experienced by the guy. Dark and secret love is the same as having 'nolove' at all because love is never dark and secret but always pure. The emotions were not love but lust. The guy's ignorance to differentiate between the two cost the life of the one he thought he loved.


The poem inter-relates the three words sin - lust - death. The lust over Rose made(forced) the guy to kill the girl. Killing of a person, here the girl, brought about the death of her. And killing itself is defined as a sin. Pure love wont expect any recognition, it lives to its own existence.


"The only reward for love is the experience of loving"

SOUGHT N' SUCCEEDED!!!

Am on d seventh heavens of happiness. I finally found d right people around me. The subject that i loved most n' had opted for on d advice of a mentor, I discovered some really kool frenz. College is like real fun now!

Messing up notes, or bunking classes, or proxies or wateva...all are done in its extremity...yet our feet are still on firm ground. We keep up with the goings on in the class, yet enjoyment is at its fullest. Welcome for us fresherz is still to come and we are awaiting it with baited breath, yet nervous about the ragging business. hehe...

Everybody suggests that just the 1st yr shall be fun and it will wear off as time wears off. But as long as i have such frenz wimme, i dun thnk such a criteria shall never pop up.One of my very good frenz 4m pune says he really enjoyed his 4 whole years of engineering college at manipal n' still cudnt get enough of it. I hope to enjoy the way he did, though not as much.:D

Lets see what these three bring up in my life...