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Why Love so Unfair?

   Why Love so Unfair? Those who can love And could find their halves Are fortunate Or so. Never they preach About oblivion they seek A soul mate on each bow. I, where careless tears shed To find a mere resolute, fade Into fanciful moisture_ Fumes of insecurity, Surreal Impasse lit it, Although for an emotional furniture! In vain I Cry For a thousand try, To love in back of what! With a face like Othello, In just Shakespeare, it’s mellow For Desdemona to spare a- ‘but!’. Hope is lulling And Age is calling, The seeker is a fake; Love is all, In it you fall Without a result to make. Just like this, My fellows beseech And Imagination of their own. It’s fatally rude For me to be crude! And state what is already known! Background - "A faded oil paint, considered an abstract, portrays the unpredictable love" The narration here is a normal guy, he just likes to state something that we already know. But the twist lies in his dialect, the imageries he used, and the comparison he detai...
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Primrose Spring

 Primrose Spring

The Full bloom in Spring Night,
waiting for us to be Bright;
As we know what Love is Like,
We see God in our very own Eyes!

Background - "5 Centimeters per Second" (Film)

  • It was one of my earliest works.
  • The day is still clear to me when I wrote this, I was taking my afternoon chemistry classes when suddenly the north breeze chilled my senses and suddenly I thought about spring, of the late 'Sakura' blossoms.
  • The day before, as I remember correctly I was overwhelmed by the film 5 Centimeters Per Second and its use of imageries mesmerized me so much that I knew then something was happening to my nerves.
  • I think all these reasons were behind this awful poem, and I never knew then that from here my journey of writing poems will start.


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