After the end
Quite frankly
I don't know how to love.
Not just you
Or maybe just you.
So
I take the oft repeated paths
I send you flowers
You don't understand them.
I cook your favorite meal
You never tell me how bad it is.
I watch while you sleep
You don't look any very good.
I call you when I don't want to talk
You never pick the calls.
I hate it when I lie.
You love it when I do.
I tell you I love you.
You believe me.
I don’t.
So
Hmmm....
Love
is a blanket
too small
to share.
Love
is a dead end.
Any further
The journey is in circles.
Love
is two measures
Unrequited
And the longing.
Love
is
overrated anyway.
I don't know how to love.
Not just you
Or maybe just you.
So
I take the oft repeated paths
I send you flowers
You don't understand them.
I cook your favorite meal
You never tell me how bad it is.
I watch while you sleep
You don't look any very good.
I call you when I don't want to talk
You never pick the calls.
I hate it when I lie.
You love it when I do.
I tell you I love you.
You believe me.
I don’t.
So
Hmmm....
Love
is a blanket
too small
to share.
Love
is a dead end.
Any further
The journey is in circles.
Love
is two measures
Unrequited
And the longing.
Love
is
overrated anyway.
posted by Mrs. Dalloway | 12:00 AM
21 Comments:
Interesting...wondering...do you then love this person?! :-)
Cheers, SS
hi,
you are.... you are....on a song...
fire lady...full cylinders...
slightly overrated..... maybe...nonetheless.
keep going...
SS: 'This' person? :) Someone, yes. In my own small way.
OAC: Terribly overrated I say!
Loved the first part of it..
it was beautiful.
however...i didnt like the way you used "SO: to arrive at conclusion.
may i think it would have been better if you would have just said it as your thoughts! (just my thoughts)
Cheers!
Sanu: My thoughts are my opinions? My conclusions? And so... a So. :)
after all it comes to the freedom of a poet !
Cheers!
That thing - "small way" that you mentioned sounds very sweet..atleast from my perspective...sounds humble, innocent, conditionless...:-)
:-) SS
True
"Love is overrated anyway"
Very True. Thats y ur blog is full of it
Sanu: :)
SS: Deliberate! :)
Pratz: High fiv!
Anon: Hehe! You got me there. Ah, the blog's not rated anyway! :)
Reminds me of a graffiti I saw in college once ... It read
LOVE = Loss Of Valuable Energy...
Beautiful... Loved it! :)..
STumbled on your blog by chance and will read the rest when i find the time .. !
'Love is overrated anyway'
I very much wanted to hear these words anyway. Nice! ;)
You are an eternal romantic.. Love needn't be just between two people that might be overrated yea? It's a feeling.
How you been my friend from the past?
Love
is
overrated anyway...
How True..
Loved the ending..
Quite frankly
Even
I don't know how to love.
How to learn it? Any Crash Course :)
Beautiful
There is no way to know how to love
when we r in love we never know we are in it..we write about it when we remember it..We remember it when we feel we have lost it..but the truth is we never loose it..because we just exist because everything that make us just love each other..
Loved your poem.
going to read all
will regularly visit.
me too blog.
do visit.
hmmm, love is overrated.
yet we all love with such fervent enthusiasm again and again, almost never forgetting....its strange that we all, while leaving, promise ourselves "never again", and yet we fall right back into that pit.
really strange.
hmmm, love is overrated.
yet we all love with such fervent enthusiasm again and again, almost never forgetting....its strange that we all, while leaving, promise ourselves "never again", and yet we fall right back into that pit.
really strange.
Impulsively me: Wonder where all that energy goes!
Arvind: Aah.. yup. But then, this love is infinitely more interesting to write about.
Meena: Ty! :)
Dhanush: Its a 'crashed' course.
Man in Painting: Welcome here.
Effie: Its a circle my dear.
It certainly is!
I tell you I love you.
You believe me.
I don’t.
So
Hmmm....
Love
is a blanket
too small
to share.
Love
is a dead end.
Any further
The journey is in circles.
Love
is two measures
Unrequited
And the longing.
Love
is
overrated anyway.
I loved and loved these lines
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