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...
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...