The Last and the First

“Johnny please say you’ll wait for me;
I’ll grow up some day you see;
Saving all my kisses just for you sealed with love forever true”
- Beautiful rendition of the anguish of a young heart for her lover. So very beautifully, written and composed and equally intensely sung.

Life starts with a kiss.

Kiss is one of the most potent forms of expression.
Unleashing all hell or transforming one into heaven depending on the channel and nature of its origin.
Purest when it comes from a pure heart filled with pure emotions; and a genuine soul.
Wreaking havoc on one’s psyche when it comes from unwelcome sources.

It is the middle of a beginning of the beginning.
Touch. Kiss. Make Love. Bring babies.

A crying kid or friend invokes a motherly instinct and the same instantly gets translated into a kiss on tear- stained cheeks.
Puch‼ lands the mother’s kiss on her kid’s face each time she sees it with love.
And your lover’s kiss is a manifestation of his/her love.

In most of the Arab countries they shower honour by kissing the hands of the revered ones.

The first kiss is never forgotten.
The genuine. And also the fake.

The first kiss is like a whiff of the fresh air.
The last kiss is like sealing life.
Forever.

Othello’s lips on that of his departed wife.
Closer home, Omkara’s on his dead spouse.

Kiss-the life- maker and breaker.
When love strikes it’s kiss.
When lust strikes it’s kiss.
When lust of love comes calling it’s kiss.
When life beckons- it’s kiss.