Hold it.. No.. Breathe.. Deep breaths.. More deeper..
Her hands with overgrown full of dirt n filth nails.. With shiny metallic fingers..These hands into her womb.. Pulled that beautiful thing out..
In blood..she looked beautiful.. She kissed her..
Now a grown up girl..
Grown-up Girl?? Now how do u segregate a grown up from a kiddo girl??
Hmm.. Well when only some people try to touch..Then a kiddo..
When most of them want to fondle.. A Grown-Up..
pretty simple..Right!!
People said they haven't seen a girl like her..She was free flowing..She was spontaneous..She was LIFE..
After that day .. :( :( inferiority complex setting in..gripping her.. strangulating her.. killing her..
She wants to be loved.. To be felt..To be cared for..
But she knows.. Knows that she is just not destined to be loved..she is too bad to be loved..she just doesn't deserves to be loved..
Even if someone loves her..She knows eventually he WILL leave her..Alone..
The Verdict : She is not programmed to be loved..
She'll die.. a lonely death..
Her only wish is to prove herself wrong. She really really wish to be loved..
The Reason : That day!! Not obsessed with love..but That Day!!
27 comments:
"programmed to be loved"??
i thought u need to just feel it and experience it...
i hope she does find her true love someday
everybody is destined to be loved... and above all else it was said by buddha.. "you as much as anybody else in the world deserve your love and affection"
She was LIFE..
everyone loves LIFE...is't it.
I like first few lines...a picture created by those lines.
The main picture is lovely, did you draw that? :)
One Love that all we need :)
nice post, i mean the way you have described things and played with words are really visible. Hats of comrade.
"Grown-up Girl?? Now how do u segregate a grown up from a kiddo girl??
Hmm.. Well when only some people try to touch..Then a kiddo..
When most of them want to fondle.. A Grown-Up..
pretty simple..Right!!"
can't get better and strt than this...
hope the girl finds her one LOOOOVE...pyarr ek baar nahi baar baar honda hai kudi..
My take: Love is Love there is no first, second third, it's just LOVE and will be always LOVE
Keep Rocking,
PN.
Hi Vinay..
She did find her love and is very happy.. :-)
"programmed to be loved " She wrote in a bout of frustration.. :)
Hi Parv..
Yes u r right.. :-) She changed her perception..
Hi Ravindra..
Thanks for appreciating it.. :-)
Hi Archana..
No I took it from internet.. BTW thanks girl for pointing that out..I thoink I missed mentioning the same in the post..Let me do that now.. :-)
BTW u not doing vectors anymore??
Hey Captain Prashant..
Yes the girl is happy now as she did find her love.. She is very very happy..
Thanks for appreciating.. :-)
Yeah I'm rocking.. :)
Just happened to be online when you replied. :) And I'm on a kind of hiatus from the vectors, been keeping my other blog (deliciouslysunsational.blogspot.com) more active. So you can catch up with my randomness on there!
Hi Archana..
I guess I logged out soon after replying the comments..
Oh yeah I rem u told me once about this one..I'm sorry I completely forgot about it..Will catch u soon there.. :)
good post
one life is not enough to love
and one life is not enough to find love
everyone loves life
waiting for new post,
good luck
Hi SM..
Yeah even I'm waiting for a new post from myself... :-)
Thanks.. :-)
Have some doubts...but think of not asking...u know why...
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Hi Rachit..
What kind of doubts.. Go ahead dude.. ask it..
And I don't know why u r not asing.. :-)
Cynical.. just the way I like it..
"To be loved" is apparently such a simple expectation and how difficult it turns out to be.. Ask her to stay happy by herself and delve into things she actually likes..
hmmmm
The drawing is awesome...
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speechless....
hey girll..:) jus loved ur blog!!! i mean ur jus so genuine ya..way to gooo..keep it upppp..:) :) :)
Hey Anonymous..
thank you.. thank you very very much.. :-)
Keep visiting.. :-)
nice.....the way you separated kiddo from grown up ....i loved that....
but not every one z like that....... some times its the other way round..... when the guy keeps waiting n the gal finds his love a game of dolls......huh !!!!!
BTW hats off to you for the way you expressed the things ....
wow !!! nice plot !!
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I am the living of the poem, the girl, the woman destined to be unloved. Desired I shall be, however never to feel the warmth of true human emotion. I am the one who shall die a lonely, lonely death. In bleakness do I ever stare.
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