Vyapti's Dreamland - Page 23

--- I don't love you.

--- So what!

It doesn't matter.

Why are you crying?

--- Why do you love me?

--- It is my nature to love.

Have not you heard that?

--- I don't believe that.

To me it seems all rubbish.

--- Then don't ask me.

--- I will ask you

Unless you stop loving me.

Like a poisonous insect kisses

The heart of a beautiful white flower

I will bring my lips near your ears

And repeat till my breaths are exhausted

" I don't love you. Why do you love me?".

It's an endless conundrum: love is a possessive emotion with no protection or reserve! Nobody knows why we love or why we prefer to disregard the actual world and live in a fantasy world! Well written poem Nibedita.

Thought provoking reply, Madhuri.

Love is a possessive emotion with no protection or reserve---

First thougt you mean that "When we love someone we want to possess him/her." Then thought "Love possesses us. Like a possessed person we come under its control. The barrier of limited reason breaks down."

Why we prefer to disregard the actual world and live in a fantasy world---

May be the answer lies in your "tagline" (I don't remember what it is called actually)--- "The world of reality has its limits; the world of imagination is boundless".

Loved how you depicted the dichotomy!

Deceit

I love you.

It is a different thing that

The way I love you

Is not the proper way to love you.

It doesn't matter to me.

I have never felt that

It matters to you either.

But it matters to them.

Given a chance they will try to

Persuade me to love you the proper way.

They are close to you,

I respect your relationship.

But it is my misfortune that my nature

Doesn't permit me to love you the proper way.

If I am forced to do so

Only bitterness will remain in our relationship.

I can't let that happen.

So I have taken refuge of deceit.

Whenever anyone talks of you

I feign disinterest.

I act as if I can't tolerate you

Let alone love you.

Knowing that it is futile to

Talk of you in front of me

They change the subject.

Forgive my deceit tinted love,

Will you?

One major component of love is deceit; you may try to convince yourself that it is better not to love than to love and be disappointed.

Good poem Vyapti.

This one was so wonderfully deep!

That little child!

I was angry and sad,

I was crying and cursing.

Then I saw him,

I forgot everything and

Kept on looking at him.

I took him in my lap

Totally forgetting that

A toxic person should

Keep distance from innocents.

He found my dupatta amusing

And started playing with it

Pulling some hairs in the process.

It hurt but I forgot that

As my heart is devoid of love

So I don't deserve to be loved.

Alas! I can't always

Keep him in my lap,

I can't always

Remain oblivious to my shortcomings.

A person's tender side is seen when they genuinely love a child, but their sorrowful mood is revealed when they doubt their love is sincere.

Nice poem Nibedita.

Hey vyapti !! Like always Depths Are Beautifully covered nd one thing I always found in ur writings Relatability Its Always match with my circumstances so Keeeeep it up....