The crash course
The decode
The road map
To the treasure chest
Who doesn’t crave
The yearning to be craved!
To be loved, comforted
Understood.
But heaps of rubble
Of broken hearts, shattered hopes
Streams of tears, reams of resentment.
How hopelessly we conjure up
Stuff, polish it, project it
As love!
How naively we glorify expectations
Wants, desires.
Loving is a Russian roulette
That we play
Point blank, to the heart!
We never know, when a parent disses a child
A child fails a parent
A lover walks away
A potential partner proposes marriage on first date
We never know when they sit by our sick beds
Or be oblivious to our pains.
The only way dearie
To this treasure called love
As regressive, as sabotaged as it sounds
Is to give.
And forget to get.
To be love
And not make it a barter
Of anything.
Expectation makes a commerce out of this elixir
So give, for the sake of giving
Love, for the sake of loving.
Pull the trigger, not caring if you are spared, or slayed!
Love
Then there’s no pain. Only pure Gain.
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