A Silly Thing Called Love

They say love conquers all. It definitely conquers people. It conquers those in love and those out of it. It begins with destruction and ends with it too. It doesn't mean that you get happy endings. It means you get an ending. Whether it's a happy ending or not depends on how your respective delusions work. If they do, bingo, you have your soul mate and need not look ahead. If they don't good for you, you'll always be looking ahead. So basically it screws you over and takes what's left and leaves you behind for your friends to call you jaded, and a person who carries too much baggage.

Speaking of baggage. It's not a bad thing. It keeps some of us grounded. From not floating around with our heads in the air and assuming that this this is life. It's not life. Life is not to be born and to meet someone and then to live with them and be happy. Life is to be something bigger and if you meet someone in the middle of it, then wonderful. However, life will always be about you and if you let a silly thing called love rule it, it will conquer you. The day that happens, life will stop taking you seriously and begin to bully you.

Sometimes I wonder if people ever stop and think. Love to most is an emotion for another person, who's usually of the same age and of the opposite sex. It means coffee dates, and little gifts and sex and secret rendezvous. Love is not an emotion that you're supposed to dole out to people of choice. It begins and ends with you.

You should never tell someone you love them, lest they take you seriously.

Tale

For wherever she walked, there was blood.

It fell in tiny droplets upon the stones of the street

and soiled her shoes as she walked.

There were voices crying out for her and still she went on and on.

Everytime she looked back, they would weep blood.

It was a dark,dark night.

In the darkness, she left behind a trail of red.

When morning came, the red sparkled on the cobblestones.

And in the distance there was a fiery red glow where she lay.

The Child Bearer

Do not dwell on betrayals,
for even they will betray you.
Memories never stay loyal,
and minds are seldom true.

She had always protected me. From sharp corners, from bad dreams and sometimes even from herself. Little did she know she was bringing up a complete antithesis of herself, who on the inside was furiously battling her stubborn twin. From inside her womb, with my little fists clenched tight in distrustful slumber, I dreamt and vowed never to be what she didn't want me to be : a mere continuation of herself. It became a silly battle in life, to be and to protect her from something identical. She'd catch glimpses of herself sometimes in my rash, negligent acts. It seemed to break her heart that her free spirit still dwelt somewhere deep down inside her little one. I have denied myself a thousand lives, just so that for another thousand moments she may breathe knowing I didn't turn out just like her. Or that even if I did, no one will ever know. In such a way we have protected each other from each other, her and I, and failed each other repeatedly and miserably with each new sacrifice.

Forever

Sometimes you make the wrong choices, and you hope that they are the right ones. And sometimes the right ones that you make are wrong beyond recall. It is always just a matter of time before everything falls into place, or falls apart (whatever is most likely in your world). There's a reason people are forgotten. They are meant to be. Broken hearts are just an excuse to express random sorrow. The kind that's accumulated over trivial affairs and the lack of them. You can keep holding back. You can keep assuming that there is going to be a reason for you to break free. You can keep kidding yourself and nurse a broken heart and perhaps learn to sing.

Semblance

They peeked from corners and winked at me through mirrors,
the eyes that saw everything.
And everywhere her eyes looked
they shattered into shards of agony.
The pieces reflected small holes.
Or small wholes perhaps.
She didn't know which.
They lay unobstrusively on the ground and glittered
with her glory.
In them she lay hidden,
Reflected for all to see.