Walking alone on the road...and then came to see a couple, holding hands and talking about love. I felt bad...for me, and for my life. Looked at my own hand and reminded of someone whose hand it held once. But then looked on the footpath and saw a person cooking, on the path itself. 'Poor man', I thought. And then I realised something...no matter how pleasing the senses a love, or a relationship can give you...it does not beat the feeling of a struggle.
Struggling in life has an objective, but I can't find the same for love, for now.
-6th Nov '11
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