He tells me so easily that I’m infidel, I act insane, I’m tormented, I’m nerd, I’m crazy. Then, what was I when he asked my hand which was promised not to leave be whatever the consequences? A Nut? Definitely, yes, because I affirmed his proposal, gave him a nod. But I didn’t know that I was actually being alarmed by his proposal which meant, “I’m going to use you for some time & TRASHhhh…” There I’m in a bin when he gets someone else.
I overcome it, then again I repeat the same. Now this one tells me to visit the coffee bar & watch SATC when I want to clear the air figuring out the reason for our breakup. Omigod! Was that a mock or a sarcastic slap on my face? Are men insane or is it me? May be, its me. I fell for all the wrong men, then where are the right ones? Yet to be born or already reserving 6 feet beds in graveyards?
On Valentines I was sitting alone at the sea. Suddenly a floating rubber balloon in red stole my view. T’was inflated with full air of hope. Round, plummy with an evident cleft in between. I was wondering how long will its float go? Eventually, it’ll be trailed towards a sharp rock & BURSTttttt…, there its journey ends. But then I realized, what is with me, my heart is just like that fragile rubber balloon which is inflated when I fall in love & floats in the sea of faith & emotions but then it bursts when waves of betrayal throw it on the sharp surface of sea-rock.
As a woman friend of mine always says, “taken for grantedness” to her beau & ofcourse she eating the bitter fruits of Love as well. I agree & stay adamant on this “taken for granted” attitude of some men who are no Gentleman or Handsome. I feel sorry not for the forsaken ones in Love but for the holy & beautiful emotion itself which today stands beside a whore for business (lust); floats in the sea of dismay (after betrayal); emotional floods of tears, curses & wrong actions. Its just getting Hollow, wise Men!
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