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Love

What is love? Can you define love? If you think that love is a magical feeling that takes us in a new world, you are surely mistaken.

The fact is that love itself drags us into a world of pain and agony. We become selfish in love because we don't remember anyone except the one whom we love. Isn't it selfish? There may be many people who would have played an important role in finding you love, but once you get it, you forget them.

Another fact is that love makes us possessive and jealous. We want to stay all day with whom we love, and we hold to them so close that sometimes it is a bit suffocating for them too. We rob them of their personal space, and keep demanding things from them. Yes, we give and then take, but what if what we give is unnecessary?

We become jealous of all others with whom our loved one is involved. We wish we were there in everyone's place. We wish we could do all that they are doing for him/her. We wish there was no one around.

And thus, starts the dark path which leads to all bad things happening in the world - stints to grasp attention, demand of spending more and more time, trying to know what he/she is involved in (other than the things you know)
and all this takes us to a world which is bad....and bites much more than a scorpion..

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Anonymous said…
well...u know wut...v both think quiet opposite...but jus 1 thing to tell u...try putting a positive attitude in the negative statements as well...and jus see how it feels wen u read the poem..neways..take care...
Saturday, October 20, 2007 12:26:00 PM
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