A love affair that has become a trade-fair which is deeply based on the laws of buying and selling of feelings and expectations , where every individual has their own monopoly, where the price is set by the person who is dominant than the other, where the relationship between the two is mostly inverse which would mean that when one of the two partners is showing more love and care, the other will drop down on the same logistics, where the curve is always downward sloping, but nevertheless, it never fails to prove the law of diminishing marginal utility which states that the more you have of something, the less you require it.
Would this mean that the more you love someone, the less will be required by them? How cruel would that be ? How Unfair!
The universe has various laws and many many followers following them, but I resist! I object on the very law where Love is considered nothing but just another object, like an item. Like the Universe has set the pattern up for everyone and we are following it without questioning.. I won’t know much about politics but Love… How can we be expected to abide by the rules before, in the process, and future of loving someone ???
How can we not understand the fair deal that Love has to offer us ?? Why do we keep bargaining for little things that slide by us everyday and ignore whats in store for us ???
Why can’t we build our own draft of Imagination and Reality ??? Why can’t the slope between them always be constant ??? Why is our preoccupation always rejected by people ? Why is it called a dream world ?? Why can’t it be a mystic reality ???? Why ???? Why does one have to trade anything but souls in this kind of relationship ???? Why is our imagination always confused by dreaming and sold out without any awareness???
As for me, before you enter the business marketplace, every entrepreneur has a whole set of motivating factors, the confidence, the way he/she is going to build an empire.., I, before I was introduced to the unfair sealed/suffocated/complicated deal of having a soul-mate, things in my road map looked pretty clear:
To begin with, I knew that to ACTUALLY love someone,
A lifetime would be too short to even start the journey with… So from the second you are born, at least, you know that you belong to him, no one, not even your parents but he would understand the baby language, in the nursery, right next to one another, those tiny little fingers reaching out to him, so both are now in the same pram. The tiny lips pout to kiss one another, the purest form when you won’t know the caste, sex or money worth of that person….
Both should then just be deported to a different island all together .., a really simple one would do! A nest, which would be his heart and I am just residing in there, getting that heart the pump, the blood, the love! The three main ingredients… So cherpy the beat of that be is what I knew of… Far far away from the biased world…
His shadow would be my shelter.., I would just hold to it and even if I am bending down to pray to the almighty, it would be me placed on the shadow somewhere in the sun light…
No food, no water, no money, no makeup! The only thing prevailing in the air would be the beauty of Love.. It would be so pure that nothing else would be required. Like I would envy the tiniest bit of bread if he eats it….
Naked. Like we were born.. Like we are going to leave… Just by looking at the body, even a stranger would know who I belong to so he doesn’t dare to even pass by me…
No excretion, because there would be no waste in the bodies.. Nothing would be harmful.. Nothing would be hurtful….
No colors except that of the eyes, like when I look into his eyes or vice-versa, there would be an actual ocean that I am drowning in. Like literally… Like I am the most beautiful version of myself in those eyes, honestly getting the satisfaction of all orgasms in those eyes without even touching one another…
I really wouldn’t want to blink. The very fraction of the second when I do that would be the one and only cause of my death!!!
When he takes my name, I would obey whatever follows that name… ANY.THING. FAIR OR UNFAIR! The making of Love would mean the end of the world. An expiration date to my soul because it has surrendered. Like I am in the most beautiful place across this planet! Gosh.. Like there would be zero movement in the ocean, time would just stop, no air, no births or deaths! Nothing apart from me and him.
All of this was laughed at ! I was told that its a stupid dream world. Its Unfair to even think of this.. Was it really ??
Why did this Affair have to be so Unfair ????
So much so that we have been separated because of the rules that we are all forced to follow, and not the heart! That the very existence of my own self is lost! That my moon is not bright enough to shine the inner core! That forget the blinking, my eyes just want to stay shut! That my nerves are breaking down , falling out of energy in calling his name out! That the tears have now turned red… That the……..
Like I have literally stopped feeling anything in my fingers, they have gotten so numb by counting the number of days since you have been gone.. and it just hit me., this is exactly why they are called numbers…
Like with every cigarette I light, all I wish is for a single cloud of smoke to reach you across the country in that air just to tell you how much I miss you..
All I want right now and really I wouldn’t mind it at all, just being the tiniest particle thats stuck on your eye lid and I can swing on them, then fall off on your face someday and you make a wish that I can make true!
No matter the regulations in this Affair, I oath to never stop believing in my Love for you.
My Un-dying affection for you will always be stronger than the Un-fair man-made created orders to Love.
And why can’t this be possible that the proclaimed Reality is actually an Imagination and we all just hallucinating this illusion when, in the parallel universe Imagination is the actual Reality that exists ????
I can say so because I have taken a trip with you to that world on one of your birthdays… I wish we could do it again sometime….
Everything without you around me is making me dull. Is this fair ?????
R ~~ constant curve ~~ P
Where ‘R’ stands for : Reality
And ‘P’ stands for : Passion
Lets meet at the break-even point for once and not let even that break us!