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[title] => The Reverse Love
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[bodytext] => fine steel grey evening it was and we met again under the bridge. For the last time. Eyes exchanged the last ‘ how-did-I –ever-fell-for-you’ strange mélange of pain and regret and hate and loss , flushed the cup of my mind so tired. Love-the extension of one’s self-shatters like the other childhood myths and castles of adolescent dreams. And an engulfing silence scares and delights the unmoving thoughts Of never to see each other again. And we never saw each other again. And as the days melted and flowed making the aching feelings emerge From the stone of present, being engraved by who seems to be a Perplexing friend –the time. Then we had our argument so fierce The one which fractures the ground, and the heart yearns for Emancipation. The deluded soul comes out of the box of enchantment and you begin to wonder whether you even knew her at all , all this while? The amusing clouds of mystery have retreated and what is left behind is a blank sense of a dull dragged existence, and the patterns of arguments swirl incessantly in the living room with small coffee table and hung portraits of art which still seem to be wet with the paints of your brush. Hurling blames at each other like arrows ruining what used to be careless cozy Sundays and it hurts to be possessed by solitude which comes closing in like the faded plastered walls of the apartment which is flushed by the light of the gloomy orange hue coming in from the arched windows and causes decay of the space, the memories and me the tarnished pages of a table calendar fell in order like the red leaves of a sugar maple tree. And we had our first kiss for the first time and the hovering lights of the coffee shop blurred for that infinitesimal moment and it soon descended into a reassuring realm where we unraveled each other’s bodies like an expansive mystic book which never fails to astound the senses. It was soon followed with indolent walks along the river piers and the faint exhuberance of doing absolutely nothing. Within the vague confines of shallow obscurity The ego boundaries of my psyche collapsed almost Immediately when I saw the flouresecent face of hers Under the rusted iron bridge. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 80 [topic] => 24 [informant] => ishaan [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LoveRemembered )
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