His lies were an aberration. But I had not, in the scheme of my admiration , made any provisions for aberrations. And yet, here they lay , at the bottom of my heart - admiration and aberration - together.
Where did I find enough heart to hold both , I do not cease to wonder. Is it a temporary set up? Is it a postponed emotional catastrophe?
Or have I lost all my worth and dignity that I remain seated here in perfect british calm , even when trust and honesty - the two pillars that supported my beliefs - get shredded right in front of me ? Have I succumbed to the vagaries of fate and given myself up?
Could it be that love has emerged stronger than my till-yet-unshakable beliefs ? Could one love so much that one can overrule and override one's own self ? Is it possible to lose yourself in the pursuit of findin the other ...?
But , what if it all turned out to be in vain ? What if despite not existin for yourself but only for the other person , you lose both in the end.......?
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