Anything that you do to fulfill your need
Cannot be termed as love.. it is a pretense.
The story starts: She was an innocent prisoner, a victim of circumstances, a victim of this cruel, canny world and was serving her sentence in a prison awaiting execution. He was in the same prison, about to be freed and he met her one day. He saw her innocence, he deeply thought of what she termed as a crime. 'No', he said, 'you ought to be free'. He decided to set her free. He fought for her and the doors of the prison were opened for her but she refused to be freed... She denied to come out. But the man was determined to set her free, he did not give up, he had to take her out, he broke all the walls of the prison, he was fatally wounded by the time the last wall was broken. She was sitting at the same place unmoved and she screamed at him, "Whyyyyyyyy? Why stranger.......... why you? Why..... when because of whom I am here, he never cared to bring down the walls.... why you?" For the last time his dying eyes met hers and he said .................. T...
You can act for a while that you love me. But what if i start playing your part... in real!!
ReplyDeleteKp Up the wonderful writing!!
Your thoughts are amazing!
ReplyDeleteSo very true
ReplyDeleteThe mask was a good touch
ReplyDeleteya. n i hp u knw y dis is so.. coz all othr things as in need, hpynes, extmnt... are feelings... orignate frm hormones... but love is not a feeling. its above that.. its d source.. love is God.
ReplyDeletego on...
i'd lyk 2 knw y u named d post as ' d luv dat dare nt spk its name..'
And yet we all need Love, and no amount of pretense can change that.
ReplyDeletetrue..
ReplyDeletep.s was just passing by
very true.. :) well thought!
ReplyDeletehmm...right!
ReplyDeleteI feel this.
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