Jealous Thoughts – Glorifying jealosy!

Labelled jealous are you? Wont find much solace here … ah aright .. u might! nothing like providing logic on the contrary!

So, Why are some labelled jealous? why are the ones who stop the loved one from commiting an innocent mistake, titled with the “crown” of jealousy. Whats wrong in letting someone, a loved one know that there is something wrong that they are unable to see.

Pity is to be offered to those who cant see that there is a moral responsibility attached along with our love. A mortal danger we live in, the danger we feel is not our death, nor of a harm that can come to us. We are thinking about you, about keeping you safe, safe from the things we have seen and witnessed. Things that are possible. Keeping you safe from your friends which dun have noble thoughts, and we can feel it. We want to keep you safe for us. Who need you beyond you can ever think of. Your presence in our life is like oxygen for lungs.

But then isnt everyone entitled to his own space?

If One is jealous to want to show where u are wrong, If One is jealous to feel a moral responsibility to protect you, if One is wrong in feeling bad seeing those good friends of urs want u (whether u notice it or not!), If One is jealous when i feel ur warmth toward them and coldness towards me. Then either He doesn’t understand love or you dont!
His expressions may have been wrong, but my intensions protective, just like ur expressions were of friendship and their of love, but ur intensions innocent.

If He is jealous in love, u ought to provide him security, like he did when u were. But if you need more than one heads to adore you, then do tell him you have lost the will to mend it! With ur attitude towards him you have already rendered him incapable of love …. just jealos!

Married Thoughts – The Divorce

Love is like a fire, it dies with the fuel. Hate is like air, present either in form of oxygen or posinous gas, always there – always.
We realized this, our love frizzled … we dunno when we dun realized. Their dint seem no explanation how why. The hate took over, it became the life support. Something we always wanted, something that didnt seem right but something we couldnt live without. Break ups dint help none. We came back together, we had never felt such a force to be together. To fight, to inflict pain, to destroy. But we were both free, free to go to move from it and feel bad later.
Then we realized, the want of destruction, we decided to tie the undying bond of hatred. We decided to marry and live in hate forever – something everlasting.

Portrait

I write infront of whom i describe. Wouldnt that imply I create a portrait? A portrait of words, just like the strokes of a painter. The painter defines how the portrait looks, of what features to highlight, what characters to impart. Its dangerous!

Here I sit infront of my life. Or what I thought would be more than my life. I have been granted that wish yes … the wish to endure what I presumed fundamental to my life.

But why do I feel scared carving the portrait. Painters sometimes are afraid of the portraits they create. Is it because they are worried they would reveal too much of their soul via the strokes of that brush ….. too much of their character in someone else’s portrait. Yes, they are afraid. But is that the only reason …. isnt there more?. The fear of creating a hopeful spectacle depicting brilliance. Hope not for the one portrayed, but the portrayer! Why then am I not supposed to dwindle!. Hope can be like a ray of light ….. the ray which might be visible at the start of the never-ending dark tunnel …. its just a trick of the mirrors anyways!

The portrait would be like the dream that came true, with just the scenic detail and none of the meaning. The hope that could never have been a nightmare, proven just that. You try to move on, and become happy. The hopes clear, the doubts disappear …. but one look at the portrait and you are back …. only to witness how much darker it can get. Your temptation to follow your ultimate hope, acting as inertia against an alternate path!

So I choose not to ….. to avert its perpetuity. Its brilliance still stays in my mind, memories! huh!, I should overcome the inertia someday when they are washed … not with alcohol but time.