All You Need Is Love *
We’d rather be immortalized as heroes or villains in history than survive the daily mundane. Love makes us fools.
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We’d rather be immortalized as heroes or villains in history than survive the daily mundane. Love makes us fools.
These things never go away.If there has ever been history, it will show even if you are in the same room. Yes, very dramatic. And perhaps romantic. Heartening, even to some. But reality seems to indicate otherwise. Attraction, like everything else, is impermanent. Or perhaps I’m only thinking of fancy…
Speaking in codes about the twisted tangles within us is fun.
Poison,Was laced intoThe first glass of sweet wine you offered me Since then even water tastes like fire From betrayal is born vindictivenessAnd for those of us who never forgetIt is akin to the demon child born of a mortal womb You will always be the poison in my sweet…
* With due apologies to Newton Sirjee who we all agree, was a very smart man, indeed. First Law: Every man continues in his current non-single relationship state (dating, just good friends, chasing, no-strings-attached, in love, married) unless acted upon by a force internal (dramatic negative behaviour by woman like…
Does the creation belong entirely to the creator? I once read a story about a couple who parted after a brief affair, which resulted in a child. Many years later the man came face to face with the news of his fatherhood, hitherto hidden from him and he said, This…
Growing up female means escaping identity boxes & those who embrace them at your expense. The Princess trope isn’t a nice one, when you’re the girl standing next to her.
The best of times. The worst of times. It was an affair to forget.
It is a day for almost-relationships. I woke up thinking of a blogger-friend I met only twice but imagined at our first meeting itself that we were great, great friends. Haven’t kept in touch but the feeling stays. If only we were in the same continent, if only I’d made…
He looks at her from the corner of his eyeThinking she won’t noticeSecretly hoping she willSo secret, he won’t even admit to himself She feels his lookLike sunlight, warm on her cheeksHer eyes stay downcastShielded from his blinding gazeWarmed nevertheless by its intensity Then it starts to rain.