A piece of angry literature…

” I’ll be waiting for you when you’re ready to love me again,
I put my hands up,
I’ll do everything different,
I’ll be better to you,
I’ll be waiting for you when you’re ready to love me again, “–

These are few lines from ADELE’s song “I’ll be waiting for you which sort off hit the right chord in my mind and heart. Love is a vivid feeling for many.


For few its a heartache, a few its gives wings, for few happiness. It all based on their experience. Anyways coming back to the song. This particular verses they seem to express and strong feeling. How a lover is trying to gain back his/her lost love. May be the one who lost love might or might not have done any mistake, yet wants to regain love for which he longs.

Is it not such an irony that the love which is supposed to make one strong, happy and all the positive things; can actually bring one down to his knees. Yet people still want  to experience that so-called love. Few play around saying its love when it’s actually lust.

Funny though, still love carries a high value. Love is like a drug; it has its upside as well as downside. To me the one who has lost true love is the one who knows what love really means. For he/she knows what means to go to bed and not get sleep cause images of his/her love coming to mind. Trying to smile so that the world does not know what kind off hurricane destroying his/her life from the inside. Love is just a game for few and usually not all love stories have a fairy tale ending. Not all stay loyal and keep their promises. For love is for sale in the society and the ones who sell it are hailed as true lovers. Oh  the irony… Well that’s ok cause if you really love someone the insults the mockery means nothing. For their lover might have left them astray and ran, but the one who truly loves someone will wait for he/she knows what the other person meant to them. We can find someone better or worse, but we cannot find someone exactly the same.

Attachment to the unworthy is literally preparing your own death casket with your own hands.

Call me a pessimist if you dare, for i have seen the good and bad sides of love that is why when i write this post my mind is running thru several thoughts and i am just going on putting into written form. It may all seem jumbled up,.

Love can put you up as well pull you down. It will make you cross the oceans mountains and very freaking odd. For love has that power and yet it also has the power t o pull you down and put you in a place where no fucking person should ever fall.

Wish i could say cheers to life but at this hour i rather not.

An advice do not play with the emotions of a being. It can kill him mentally. If you are there just for the fun of it go play with those kind not with the ones who would give you their everything.



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