Monday, June 30, 2008

concocts called cocktail


While she concocts her bundle of excuses…. A web of lies around her and him being so silent letting his lady being trapped in lies webbed too well by her… useless details constructed meticulously veining around the truth are lies… rooting deeply in the very presence of the present is the past unhappened…. So dark… she looks for light… and there isn’t any…. Black is to prevail… till date… In being and nothingness… lies are to be there…. Don’t tickle me where I am weak… cause I know even the tickles are fake…

She stopped reacting cause the rationality needs reason and reasoning search for intellect … in her quest for real him even the reality seems dazzled by the lies told to tickle her…. Is this funny?… can rational reasons be funny? Can rationality be loved? Can love be rational? If so where should be the emotional intelligence placed?

Why is it when love tickles rationality gives way to lies to precede her …. To even guide her sometime… and thus she wins over his lady with her bundle of lies….

I wish some people just cease to exist …. At least in my vicinity….

2 comments:

Pawan said...

Another lover of rationality ... i am impressed :)

loving soul said...

Thanks and welcome Pawan.... I remember commenting on ur blog "An ode to Cigarette" though I cant see my comment there... even i am impressed by the genuine reflections on your blog..