The feelings, the hopes, the desires, the focuses, the heroism and last but not the least the despondency. Now do we stand at the crossroads of a tedious journey called life where all fates would be sealed. The heart is kindled by the sensation of romanticism and soon the flames set in. The blood boils mounting the brain with fanciful imaginings. Unlike the flames that spreads in the woods driving several species homeless the flame inside is a momentary one.We make our choices, nothing but a comedy of errors.
A day then arrives. Our minds optimistic. We want to clear our hearts to the woman of our choice. Though an obstruction persists at the deepest corner of the heart. 'To do or not to do' there remains the question. We do propose. Quite unknown to the fact that the devil has laid its paws on our shoulders. She rejects. Our expectations are driven to the grounds. All hearts are not equal, all odors are not scented, all loves are not mutual. And now people blame you. They say its your fault. hahahaha!!!
Now comes the climax.
A pillow tightly wrapped round the head, a curtain drawn on the windows, the blanket lying flat on the crawled body. The heart frets and croaks letting out frequent moans from the darkest caverns of the disbanded heart. The father lies awake beside the son unknown to the fact that the pains are too tough to bear. "Perhaps a headache" he surmises. The vigor of love weakens. The innocuous pain fades away letting Mother Nature to induce sleep in the articulated veins that hugs the lone sufferer similar to the consolation of a stranger to a motherless child.
Life indeed teaches us lessons.
No matter how much science progresses it could never find a remedy for this suffering. Shame on you scientists!!!
A day then arrives. Our minds optimistic. We want to clear our hearts to the woman of our choice. Though an obstruction persists at the deepest corner of the heart. 'To do or not to do' there remains the question. We do propose. Quite unknown to the fact that the devil has laid its paws on our shoulders. She rejects. Our expectations are driven to the grounds. All hearts are not equal, all odors are not scented, all loves are not mutual. And now people blame you. They say its your fault. hahahaha!!!
Now comes the climax.
A pillow tightly wrapped round the head, a curtain drawn on the windows, the blanket lying flat on the crawled body. The heart frets and croaks letting out frequent moans from the darkest caverns of the disbanded heart. The father lies awake beside the son unknown to the fact that the pains are too tough to bear. "Perhaps a headache" he surmises. The vigor of love weakens. The innocuous pain fades away letting Mother Nature to induce sleep in the articulated veins that hugs the lone sufferer similar to the consolation of a stranger to a motherless child.
Life indeed teaches us lessons.
No matter how much science progresses it could never find a remedy for this suffering. Shame on you scientists!!!
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