The Void after Love
Sometimes life is not meant to go your way. It takes such a wild turn that one just does not realise the way things are going. Maybe its just a prefabricated sequence by The Almighty that one is supposed to follow. There is nothing like true love on this planet. You think about stuff in one way, but it's very difficult or next to impossible I did say to gauge what's going on other's mind. So that is love and life. Pretty much dumb and pretty much complicated to understand for a 16 year old. Soccer is probably the only thing that may not ditch you ever in your life. Zlatan scores and your heart rises in pride with the tumult of applause at the Stadio Giuseppe Meazza. Van Persie strikes and you roar with the some 65000 fans at The Ashtonbury Grove. Life satiates it's thirst for joy with materialistic things. For in this case that I mention it is the world religion of soccer. Arsenal FC and Internazionale may fall and rise but wont ever perish so soon. Such is not in the case of true love.Even if one were to traverse all the roads in the world, never would he find true love. It is all but a play of the human mind. You think of someone day and night. Every beat of your drum, echoes their memories. Every drop of her water has their reflection in it. Every grain of sand on the earth has their face niched onto it. But when they let you go, it all fades away. One clean stroke and it's all gone. A kick of the football into the goal. A light swirl of wind blowing past your face. The first drop of rain falling against your face. It's as momentary as that materialistic ecstasy. But indeed love is a potent drug, that takes you on a high. Even the most effective and convincing drug peddler in the world can sell you no drug that replicates the joy of love. Its a joy as tender as the purring of a kitten. A joy as innocent as the gold fish swimming in your fish bowl. But whatever it may resemble, it is but momentary. And the moment it snaps away, Life is but a never ending blot of void.