If you want to kill someone, advice him to fall in love seriously, not technically. He will die automatically soon. Love is slow poison like marijuana, like cocaine.
When at first he tries it, he will up to the heaven high. He dance with the variety of Angels, they sing with him, dance with him and at last he will allow sleeping in their laps.
He be another person. All worlds being cute and superb throw his eyes. He gets beauty in the nail of an ass too.
Day by day he goes inside of love. All of his body feels uncomfortable with out love; flows of blood stops without love. Beating of heart unfrequented without love.
He thinks only love, eat only love, and drink only love…….
He does nothing expect love….
Love love love
His aim is love, his life is love…
He self become love.
All parts of his body turn into love
Now the climax of the game starts.
.
Love is a soft and sophisticate things.
But the rest part of life is not like love. It is rough and stiff. He can not step up here properly. His every step here become to and fro.
He can do any work properly. Realizing the difference of relativity and reality, he can not change his life. The times he spends with love can never return back. He puzzled.
He has now just to compromise. Compromise to everything. Compromise to self. Slowly he turns like a machine. A machine which starts and off with switch. Love is now habit for him, not the symbol of emotions.
But the softness of love always needs emotions, not the routine. Love can not with the person which have not any self identity, self confidence.
Love trying to avoid him.
Now he has no friend to share, no love to care …..
He just live to live….
Day by day he begun isolated. He been frustrate.
And die one day.
When at first he tries it, he will up to the heaven high. He dance with the variety of Angels, they sing with him, dance with him and at last he will allow sleeping in their laps.
He be another person. All worlds being cute and superb throw his eyes. He gets beauty in the nail of an ass too.
Day by day he goes inside of love. All of his body feels uncomfortable with out love; flows of blood stops without love. Beating of heart unfrequented without love.
He thinks only love, eat only love, and drink only love…….
He does nothing expect love….
Love love love
His aim is love, his life is love…
He self become love.
All parts of his body turn into love
Now the climax of the game starts.
.
Love is a soft and sophisticate things.
But the rest part of life is not like love. It is rough and stiff. He can not step up here properly. His every step here become to and fro.
He can do any work properly. Realizing the difference of relativity and reality, he can not change his life. The times he spends with love can never return back. He puzzled.
He has now just to compromise. Compromise to everything. Compromise to self. Slowly he turns like a machine. A machine which starts and off with switch. Love is now habit for him, not the symbol of emotions.
But the softness of love always needs emotions, not the routine. Love can not with the person which have not any self identity, self confidence.
Love trying to avoid him.
Now he has no friend to share, no love to care …..
He just live to live….
Day by day he begun isolated. He been frustrate.
And die one day.
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