Why did she die without love? She was too proud to seek it. And It would be grossly, sinfully wrong to pity her.
But, why...why did she die without even a trace of love around her?
She makes me cry. She makes me hate. She makes me feel what I have consciously pretended not to feel. She compels me to shred that pretense. Oh! she is definitely not alone or the first one. But, everytime she surfaces, the world weaves stories around her...attempts to boundarise her.
The question still remains burning....why did she die without love?
Is she 'she' because love eluded her? Yet, another attempt to confine her in a tragedy. There are so many tragedies and so little love. Love has eluded many. 'She', however, is not 'many'....
But, why...why did she die without even a trace of love around her?
She makes me cry. She makes me hate. She makes me feel what I have consciously pretended not to feel. She compels me to shred that pretense. Oh! she is definitely not alone or the first one. But, everytime she surfaces, the world weaves stories around her...attempts to boundarise her.
The question still remains burning....why did she die without love?
Is she 'she' because love eluded her? Yet, another attempt to confine her in a tragedy. There are so many tragedies and so little love. Love has eluded many. 'She', however, is not 'many'....
