Estranged

Pained lovers, here's a thought for you:

All plaintive rumination is well with a romance that was wiped out by the cruel hand of Destiny; the grief is profound. But what becomes of an illusory one-sided romance that has little to glean; not even moments of requite? It merely wilts under the derision of others at a hallucinatory presumptuous odyssey for self-gratification. All along the pained lover is deluded with thoughts of a Victorian romance that never was and will never be, and when he egresses out of its labyrinthine trail, he is mockingly escorted by merely bitterness and a lingering pain. Pain not at the failure of a love, but of a neglect, the hollowness of chimerical propositions, a lack of direction and consummate attrition of self-esteem. Devdas was better off; he had at least a squashed romance to get drunk with!

- posted by Dileepan @ 5:15:00 am

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