So many things happened

So stupid....
What you did was stupid?
What were thinking when you decide its ok to do it?
Throwing our life away?
Throwing what you have built?

All confidence lost
Week of hell
Meeting with the heads
Sickness falls
And now facing this?
Hmmm, what else can you take?
Would things get better?
Would the stares go away?

Many things you fear?
What if they see? What if they know?
What if this and what if that?

Stop! Stop!
You can't deal this anymore
Lest craziness follows

STOP! STOP!
But would you?
Doubt it
As it may be short,
It may be gone tomorrow
But you can always hope
Things get better
However slim it may be

Which of the two is better?

Is to have love but swinging around?
Or to have love and rejected?

Is to have but not to own?
Or to never have the one you own?

Is to care but not loved?
Or to love but not cared?

Is to cure but a pain?
Or to have pain but pleasure?

Is to have happiness but boredom?
Or to have misery in elation?


This is the philosophy of love one may face yet may not resolved. Can love ever be rational? An ejection of emotion that defies rationalism?

Love may be intense but yet painful. Can we ever be satisfied through our idealistic view? Does it also mean loyalty? Then why all the infidelities? Why the insecurities? Love is pure with no grudges but we bear so much pain and flaws? Can we ever have an answer to all the questions?