Long and tedious converging towards the impractical, the path of love often makes the mighty fall, the strong weak, the determined lazy, the calculative doubtful even the silent shriek shriek with pain, with anger, with disgust, in retort, in defence, in utter submission .Overbearing and burdensome perpetuating enslavement it waltz to the *salsa* of life creating rhythmic chaos, it stands- by awaiting the curtains to fall, the show to end, hoping this to be the last show the last dialogue, the last action the actor would do. For it has entered and entered with great plans, plans for destruction, plans for confusion, and plans for the actor’s perfect tragic unexpected end. Mysterious are its ways of working unfathomable by the human mind yet, imagined by many who are ruled by the heart for it to be the pipers pipe, leading the way thought as towards paradise not knowing its tricking them into the dark for their demise. Why is it considered to be healing? When all it does is end up creating the wound .How can it complete one? When it ends up creating the void in the first place? Why have we grown to believe that “love will keep us alive?” Is it our perpetual longing for something perfect? Is it our dependence on hope? Or it is our need for reaching nirvana? That makes us believe in its existence, in its power to make everything better. One may never find the answers for all the why’s and how’s maybe some have already got theirs questions solved and unwittingly they believe they know it all, its crazy that a trivial (maybe am one of the very few who think this way) emotion like love makes everything seem something more then what it is I just wish we could free ourselves from the chains of this feeling let everyone know that emancipation awaits us on the other side.
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