Friday, 7 October 2016

Blindly yours

It's true. Love is blind. But i thought that meant being blind to the faults. The imperfections. That when you're in love, you merrily gloss over the drawbacks. But if that had been so, poeple who are in love, would never have had arguements. So then what does it mean? Love is blind? I think it means blindly falling for someone...knowing that it will be the most exquisite form of self destruction. Sometimes, even knowing..that that love is doomed to remain unrequitted. Probably even knowing..that your love will remain in a state of suspended animation. It won't ever have the direction it needs...because the one you are in love with, likes to see you hung. Pun intended.
   Love is blind perhaps because of the ease with which you turn a blind eye to the numerous sleepless nights and gloomy days and smile at the very thought of how beautifully the Maker has crafted your most priced possession. Love may also be blind because of the ready acceptance of the fact that you can only dream...and be contented only with your right to love. Love is blind not because you are blind to his flaws. Love is blind because you can see yourself go down with every breath...but instead of gasping for breath , you pride on a love unmatched...untouched...unloved..

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