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Death of a Romantic Fantasy – Part 1.

Sometimes writing flows from you, and at times like these, you have to force yourself to write, not that I hate writing, but the idea is half baked and you are sure it would make a stupid blog post.

I haven’t been able to sleep,  I am sure insomniacs write a lot. so I figured the best thing would be to kill my romantic fantasy. Let me give it a shot.

Romance is the first harbinger of love, its the petrichor fragrance from the damp earth you smell when its going to rain love. But then rain is unpredictable, so is love. All you get is a few droplets.

You are left thinking whether you actually saw the right signs, what went wrong, what was the faux paus in your entire line of feelings and intuitions?

So now lets shoot the messenger because the message he got us was wrongly interpreted by us. Lets shift the blame on the messenger, but here the messenger was your own instinct , your own intuition. How many times has it mislead you, still you trust it like a beacon in the ocean of mystery.

If romance is not followed up by love, what was it that transpired, why do we crave for complete experiences? Why are we already prefixed with the idea of and ideal love? Our human conditioning’s are designed to trouble us,  pain us and result in agonizing sufferings.

Somewhere though we want to get rid of this conditioning, it wont let us get rid of it. Its like we need gravity on this earth to survive, pain and sufferings seem such ubiquitous part of our DNA.

I guess, I am just reasoning out and don’t have the means to end this romantic fantasy. I am the creator of this fantasy and how is that I cannot destroy it? why and when did it spiral out and take energies of its own?

Unsuccessful Attempt – wait for part 2 of this blog post. 

Extra-marital affair

Haven’t been writing any romance on my blog lately. So here is another
corny romantic poem. I am the king of corn! 😛

You are hot
But your husband is short
Use his money, take my love
And let all your blues disappear .
I have no right to dream about you
Sinse you are not mine
But I don’t know how to stop these recurring day dreams of you and me.

We are soul mates don’t you see?
I understand your quest for outward journey, but for the inner journey
it is going to be only me! I am your best friend’s husband and you say it won’t do.
But has anyone made you feel better than I do?

Listen to your heart, We have known each other from years ago,
And if you need to tell me something, you just need to raise a brow. Hope we never meet and our love dies in our hearts.
But who knows in the end, God’s will might still survive!

Her picture

As she enters his house, she secretly scans his house for her picture,
she thinks if he loves me, he surely must have a picture of me, in his
house, maybe by the bedside or on his work table? There were none. He is not the one who hangs living people on the
wall. The only reason he has his kids pictures framed is because some
else gifted the frames and even put in their pictures for him.

He thinks keeping pictures of people on the wall or in the wallet is
so much a 70’s thing, he is a modern man. He likes abstract art on the
wall, but the art should connect some thing within him. He wonders if she a 70’s women, flower power and women’s liberation?
He loves the flower power music, those were the best music to come out
before the music got corrupted by over consumption.

But, but, but, how can he fall for a flower power girl in 2010? Impossible!!!!! Maybe see her again after 40 years, or travel back in time, so he can
keep her picture by the bedside.