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Separated we stand, united we fall,
Love was a song and life was a ball.

I was never perfect, neither were you,
And one day we said, Fuck You!

Why then does it matter now,
You moved on and I lived somehow.

Tell me your fears and I will tell you mine,
Who gives a shit, neither your Dad nor mine.

Calories have burnt when I dint try,
I read your text and my brain cells fry.

Tags were removed and pictures deleted,
Only if the time lost could be repleted.

Ex is now what we call,
Stupid and insane in overhaul.

Into The Wild

Darker the night, brighter the stars!

The path we tread is not always a bed of roses. Sometimes without our knowledge the destination changes. We were supposed to travel to a holiday destination, how did it end up in hell hole. Thats how life is just meant to be.

Roads will always be there. We need to find the right one to walk along. Changes in life are good, no matter how murky and judged you may feel. Changes are there for a reason. Its there because you made some errors, its there because you need to learn. Its there, so that you get a fresh start. We are not complacent out of our comfort zone. But what else would life be, if its not one hell of a roller coaster ride after all.

We often see pictures of happy faces and presume they have the most blessed life on earth. Its only before those pictures, there would  have been atrocious grief. Grief, which no one is supposed to know. No one leads their "perfect life". We need to make things perfect which exists. No one wronged you, because no one is bad person. People react as and how circumstances trigger them. That does not make someone less of a human.
So what if you are at the receiving end at times, there will be another day when you will beholding the gun.

A perfect Sunday is never perfect. A perfect marriage is never perfect. Perfect children are never perfect, so is never this perfect LIFE. But there are Sundays which are just beyond perfect when they were not meant to be. How did THAT happen? It happened because you deserved it. It happens because you will always be bestowed with gifts you did not ask for. Preserve that gift but don't obsess over it, because one day that gift will also not be perfect.

Ouchhh....Its L.O.V.E

(Lost Over Vicious Endearings)

Whoever coined the phrase "Madly in Love" knew the literal meaning of it and the message got distorted down the line and lineage. 

The cliched mushiness beamed out of larger than life romantic flicks, the wholesale idea of Valentine's asinine Day and similar catastrophes are to be blamed for injecting the weak souls with the maladies of the likes of  over expectations, unconditional love, love over money, love over parents, love over duty, love over country, love over religion, love over wife, love over children, love over marriage....basically love over every damn thing under the sun (yeah, I digress quite often.).

When I find young kids nowadays brewing mushiness, manifested with hormones, and wallpapering their FB, professing their unfathomable love and posting happily caricatured faces, I develop a surge of urge to give a piece of my mind. (Catty!!! Yeah, blame it on my age...). Only if they knew what awaits them shortly....making them swear never to 'fall' for someone again.

Why do I say so?? I have seen so! (Friends with the bereaved, I cannot let out the names for the obvious and unobvious reasons) Its considered boorish to poke one's nose in someone else's matter....matter of factly, it can always be blogged away to glory/gory. 

Girl (Class 10th): "I can't live without you. Tell your parents about us." (Like the parents were dying for this news just when the board exam results were about to be released).

Boy (Same class): "I cannot believe my stars for finding a girl like you. Of course 1st thing today, I am going to pass on the message to my folks." (Well, ironically stars shine only at night.)

Both of them outperformed miserably in their boards, got house arrested for ashiqui, eloped to Delhi, worked in call centers and all hell broke lose when a lovechild was born. Already harried, parents were informed, placated, and convinced. Wed locked kids and the baby move back to Delhi to start a fresh new life. Life was picture perfect....at least till now!

The same stars misaligned. Boy comes home, finds her with someone else. Girl moves in with 'someone else'. Baby is deported to maternal grandparents in Middle East. Boy left with zilch. (You think its a tradegy....hold on to your horses).

Boy writes mails to the Indian Embassy, reporting the custom trespass and transgression headed by the girl's father (with proofs) and demands the girl and his baby back. Still begging on his knees, to her, for her, to return.

Girls calls: "My landlord is misbehaving with me. Can you please come and save me??" (crying and whining)

Boy at breakneck speed arrives at the misfortune spot. 

Burnt alive. Silence.

Love over life!