May 28th, 2006
A New Playmate
I always thought love was placid. Something like a silken shroud. Of eternal peace. It should have been something to soothe the ever grinding life. Something of a shade from the glaring sun of age. It should have been eternal.
I was wrong. We only love when we are in full confidence of recieving something in return. We do not really care if it has nothing to give to us.
I once loved a boy. He found someone else when I told him that I had nothing to give him. Before that, he loved me like hell.
And now I love him from a distance. Because I never wished for anything from him. He has become like the silken shroud over my dilapitated life. Crying tears of blood, I mourn my foolishness. And he found himself a new playmate.
Congratulations…
- Neha
Isaiah says:
Maybe the playmate has lot more to offer.:grin:
May 28th, 2006 at 10:10 pm
baba says:
my cravings
ran deeper
than this stupid blood
burnt and of no sense
water doth not cleaneth sins
hope for the best:)
May 29th, 2006 at 08:37 am
dolphin says:
to love and expect something in return is selfish….and we end up learning this leason the hard way…
Nice post..
May 29th, 2006 at 10:01 am
Abhishek says:
its foolish to cry for someone who dont care 4 u.. anyways, y dont u write a novel on luv??
May 30th, 2006 at 12:01 am