When two women desires for same men ,or loves same then the heat of their fury can even burn sun, moon fails to calm them, wind and sea also fails but they still live in them only to protect their love. They burn with every action of others , nothing could be redemptive at that time . Still there lies a sense of moral in them . A bound of possessiveness lies, there animosity tie them together , somehow making them to pray for each others survival.
Either its from Khalid 's "A Thousand Splendid Suns" or movie on Italian poet "Lope De Vega" the women character were bound together in a relation of jealousy , that's start from their animosity followed by abuse , quarrel, fights but later leads to a relation of mutual understanding which isn't even called friendship, something different beyond these terms. That relation which which make them to face life together , problems & survival of their love together. Like in last days of Chilean poet Pablo Neruda his wife Maltida accepted his new love. But these happens in fiction novels , art movies or rarely in some poet's life but not in ordinary people's. Like with this girl who was not able to accept a new person in his love-life, she could die but cant accept this.
She was mad , she was ; not because she took excess of sleeping pills , pesticides once or cut her vein but because of the reason she loves a person so madly that turning her mad too. yeah she was jealous but it was her right, it was her right to be envious upon the girl who is coming in her way of love.
From surface in her talks there lies aggressiveness, but deeper a calmness , a distress voice , sense of insecurity. Even in her every dunked talk that pain remains , in every abuse that dejection remains. She consumes Vodka , sometimes neet but in months and when she touch the goblet it starts mourning, her glass afraid of her because she breaks every limit of hers , she use to say why to do ordinary , limited , when we cross limit we get something more . Poor girl you are only getting extra pain not pleasure . But she was capable to tolerate all these torments as she was habitual of pain . women have more endurance then man, they can sacrifice everything for their love , man in his ego cant . Whenever she consumes hookah , she burn inside and stared firmly in her man 's eyes . A gaze so pure that it hurts , i fear of that courage of her.
As
"Those who cant find out anything to leave for,
always invent something to die for"
She tried for suicidal attempt but she still alive ; she forget something , fails to realize that when people daily pray for your survival you cant leave us from any such attempts. Here are some people who daily make you to alive in their every prayer, every dream.
Whole night in between conscious and unconscious state she uttered some unclear words , but there is one person who know what she wanna say.
PS: though this blog post is not good or like usual but its for someone 's desire . I am lucky to have such a chance , filling colors in someone's life.
Either its from Khalid 's "A Thousand Splendid Suns" or movie on Italian poet "Lope De Vega" the women character were bound together in a relation of jealousy , that's start from their animosity followed by abuse , quarrel, fights but later leads to a relation of mutual understanding which isn't even called friendship, something different beyond these terms. That relation which which make them to face life together , problems & survival of their love together. Like in last days of Chilean poet Pablo Neruda his wife Maltida accepted his new love. But these happens in fiction novels , art movies or rarely in some poet's life but not in ordinary people's. Like with this girl who was not able to accept a new person in his love-life, she could die but cant accept this.
She was mad , she was ; not because she took excess of sleeping pills , pesticides once or cut her vein but because of the reason she loves a person so madly that turning her mad too. yeah she was jealous but it was her right, it was her right to be envious upon the girl who is coming in her way of love.
From surface in her talks there lies aggressiveness, but deeper a calmness , a distress voice , sense of insecurity. Even in her every dunked talk that pain remains , in every abuse that dejection remains. She consumes Vodka , sometimes neet but in months and when she touch the goblet it starts mourning, her glass afraid of her because she breaks every limit of hers , she use to say why to do ordinary , limited , when we cross limit we get something more . Poor girl you are only getting extra pain not pleasure . But she was capable to tolerate all these torments as she was habitual of pain . women have more endurance then man, they can sacrifice everything for their love , man in his ego cant . Whenever she consumes hookah , she burn inside and stared firmly in her man 's eyes . A gaze so pure that it hurts , i fear of that courage of her.
As
"Those who cant find out anything to leave for,
always invent something to die for"
She tried for suicidal attempt but she still alive ; she forget something , fails to realize that when people daily pray for your survival you cant leave us from any such attempts. Here are some people who daily make you to alive in their every prayer, every dream.
Whole night in between conscious and unconscious state she uttered some unclear words , but there is one person who know what she wanna say.
PS: though this blog post is not good or like usual but its for someone 's desire . I am lucky to have such a chance , filling colors in someone's life.
when we make people happy or any deed of us , then the smile so come on our face is worth millions.
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