Life can be dreary and gloomy. Things that once gave you comfort sometimes hurt like thorns. Things that warded off your miseries themselves become our object of misery. We want to be strong and head towards the journey waiting for us right in front, but somewhere in the dark corners of our hearts there lurks a wish to pluck out thorn and hold on to it through the entire journey. The pain and misery, gloom and dread everything is the after math of love. Love for one thing destroys the love for something else. It’s the norm of this cruel world. Love was never meant to be easy. We want it and we want it in our own way. But that’s just it. God never intended us to have it in our own way. Then how is it that we see other people happy in love. As they say, the grass is always greener on the other side of the pasture.
It’s the unlucky sort, like me, that see the world in a whole new perspective. Its the experience we go through of losing someone whom you wanted for everything else that shows us this perspective. Is there a cure to such pain? I doubt that. Love begets love, hate begets hate and poison begets poison. But my love seems to have exhausted, all that I m left with is hate and poison, but the remnants of that love were so deep rooted that hate just perishes before it can be inflamed.
For typical losers like me, who seem to fall in love only once in their miserable lives, live with their stigma throughout. I don’t know whether pain will beget this pain. But I m sure it will take a lot more than love to beget the love in my broken heart. You wish that love never existed but it did. The memories fade away and all that is left is the hate and pain. Why? Was the love not strong enough to keep its own memories? I wonder how is it possible to love someone else when you are already touched by the power of love. Can a new love survive? Will there be enough place for the new love? Will there be enough love to reciprocate the new love?
Questions far more stupid and pointless keep arising and the most wondrous part is that there never seems to be any answer. The only thing that this stupid heart desires is ………….. well its hard to tell cause it never knows what it wants.
