i was reading a something in a book when this thought occured. “is love selective?” i mean, can you imply onto oneself to love someone? so i sent at sms to this friend of mine, with just the above quote, and she replied “if you want it to be…”, to which i replied, “what if, in the need of the hour you want it to be, then you try and try, but in every growing minute you feel that you actually are walking away?”
i haven’t heard back from her since then.
its just a heart, not a piece of rock,
why is it troubled so?
it’s not unknown, not a stranger.
i’ve actually known it since forever, haven’t i?
sitting here, dimming the lamp on lonliness,
advising to oneself that,
its just a heart, not a piece of rock!
departures and dreams,
who leaves, is the untrustworthy
whoever cries, wins,
because it’s just a heart, not a dream you dreamt last night
poets and artists, over years, try to convulge to only this emotion
that its just a heart, not a verse or mona lisa, yet to be tainted!
“”i mean, can you imply onto oneself to love someone?”"
this i think is what most people end up doing…you love some1..then after sometime u dont like the perosn he/she has become ..but you still force yourself to try and continue..hoping ud make urself love this version..:neutral:
sorry to do this again to you ….but had to say this …ye! uve been quoted..:wink:
yeah i know i got an email from rjb.com that i’ve been quoted hehehe…