Tag: romancenovel

  • Thus, is love lost

    Thus, is love lost

    In affection, we focus on our beauty

    In rejection, we focus on our deficiencies

    Perhaps that’s why the world is so harsh

    Too many are waiting for their deficiencies to be accepted before they share their beauty

    Or need their grievances with one to be compensated before they accept the beauty of another.

    Each time we wait for the past to be redressed before

    we invest in the future

    We are discarding the future in favour of the very past we wish we could leave behind

    Thus is the gift of love discarded

    And bitterness courted.

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  • A gentle neglect

    A gentle neglect

    It is better to die of violence, swift and decisive, than to die of a gentle neglect, slow and painful.

    The violent episode holds the promise of a quickened relief from the anguish of life, while being abandoned offers a view of our decaying spirit, while tortured by hope.

    Living with hope is a curse when immersed in a reality of hopelessness.

    Hopelessness is a convenience that spurns love, and embraces the cold comfort of solitude.

    It is the absence of risk, but also the absence of joy.

    Nonetheless, it carries with it the promise of not being betrayed…again.

    Again, because hopelessness only sets in when we’ve been viciously abandoned before, making the hope of being cherished too painful to consider.

    We nourish the cruelty of the world that kills our spirit, when we abandon what we love in favour of holding on to the familiarity of what we loathe.

    Thus, we destroy the very remedy for which we’ve been praying to heal our broken soul.

    Our eyes reveal the hollow in the light of day, and the stinging brutality in the quiet of night, knowing that none look close enough during the daylight hours, while praying that the one who sees everything takes pity on our souls in the tortured darkness.

    Breathe, beloved…just breathe…hopelessness has no home in a cherished heart.

  • A life beyond being

    A life beyond being

    Without experiencing the joy of living, life will remain a dutiful encounter.

    Similarly, without experiencing the sweetness of true love, love will feel like a need to serve and to be served.

    It is only in connecting with an experience beyond what we imagined to be the limits of what is possible, that we begin to pursue the impossible.

    But such an experience cannot be taught, nor can it be studied to be appreciated.

    Intellectualising it makes it a dream, while experiencing it makes it the only acceptable outcome.

    But…fear…

    Fear destroys dreams and replaces it with complacency.

    Because the fear of losing what we deeply yearn for, is more daunting than living our dream.

    So we protect our dreams from abandoning us, or us abandoning them, by convincing ourselves that such romantic aspirations are not for this world.

    Because what was birthed in heaven, cannot be sustained on earth.

    Faith is all that stands between a life worth living, and an existence worth protecting.

    Have faith, beloved… And just breathe…

  • Don’t deny your heart

    Don’t deny your heart

    Silence can never render the heart’s true yearnings irrelevant or obsolete…it only makes it more torturous until fulfilled…if ever

    The heart’s true yearnings slowly morph into unfulfilled moments of angst that are beyond explanation or reason

    Sleep soon escapes us as we try to busy ourselves with the urgencies of life in our efforts to distract us from that gaping void

    A void that can only be filled by responding to the yearning of the heart

    But whose yearning we’d much rather suppress than to risk hurting a tender heart more than its current pain

    Once battered, trust is abandoned

    The heart then becomes a slave to its yearnings while being shackled to its grief

    Breathe beloved, breathe…just breathe…and allow your heart to muster courage that escapes your will.