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Love Poem?

Lately a lot of people have asked me why I only post poetry on my blog. Each time I simply list out the advantages of ambiguity and abstraction. People always buy my argument. 

But is that really it?

Is abstraction really that important to me? Do I really need to hide behind vagueness? Also, isn't poetry specific enough to make me just as vulnerable? Perhaps it is. Then what is it that keeps me from posting my daily rants on this blog? Honestly, there is no real reason and laziness would qualify just as much as fear. 

So today I am going to make an exception. I am going to write freely, without confining my thoughts to the structure of rhythm and meter. Today I am going to write just because writing makes me happy and releases the captive emotions that I so cleverly hide. 

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Love Poem

As I sat there watching her rummage through her cupboard, find her things, throw them in a bag and walk out with my hand in hers, I felt my first real heartbreak. I was eight. I learnt very quickly that love is limitless, that love is unbound and most importantly, that love is fiction. 

* * *

They were my best friends and I could see how happy they were. I watched them as they fell in love and even as they fell out of it. I was in love with the idea of love. As they - infatuated with each other - made and broke promises of togetherness, I felt my next real heartbreak. I was thirteen. I learnt that love is beautiful, that love is miraculous and most importantly, that love is deceitful. 

* * * 

We argued about everything. We started with a fight and ended with it. As I heard him crying in my drawing room, pleading my mother to understand his love for me, I felt the greatest heartbreak of all. I was seventeen. I learnt that love is crazy, that love is passionate and most importantly, that love is flitting. 

* * *

He had a way with words, a sense of calm surety that drew me to him. He silently stood behind me through every ebb and flow. As I waited for him that one last time, I felt my numb heart thaw and break, yet again. I was nineteen. I learnt that love is permanent, that love is stable and most importantly, that love is fragile. 

* * *

I was sure that this was it. That there had to be a reason that kept brining us back together, that kept pulling and gnawing into my very being. As I read everything that he wrote to her, I felt my heart break one final time. I learnt that love is adventurous, that love is exciting and most importantly, that love is illusory.  

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Comments

  1. Zoya, you write pretty darn well, girl! :)
    I like the vagueness, the ambiguity and the stuff left unsaid. It's interesting and well, I can relate to it! ;)

    Keep writing!

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  2. Thank you Riddhi :)
    I am glad you liked it and also that you can relate to it!
    Do you write as well?
    Keep reading!

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  3. Zoya, yes I do :) I don't know if its called writing, but I manage some scribbling.
    www.riddhikapoor.blogspot.com

    :)

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  4. สารที่ฉีดลดหน้าเรียว
    ยังเป็นสารจากธรรมชาติที่เป็นโปรตีนบริสุทธิ์สกัดจากแบคทีเรียที่มีประโยชน์ชนิดหนึ่งซึ่งจะช่วยคล้ายกล้ามเนื้อบริเวณที่หด
    ตัว หลังจากการฉีดแล้วตัวยาจะจับตัวกับเส้นประสาทที่เชื่อมต่อกับกล้ามเนื้อ ทำให้กล้ามเนื้อส่วนนั้นคลายตัว
    ส่งผลให้ริ้วรอยลดเลือน เมื่อกล้ามเนื้อไม่เกรงตัวแล้ว และยังช่วยส่งผลปรับลดขนาดกล้ามเนื้อช่วยให้ดูอ่อนเยาว์มากยิ่งขึ้น
    หลังจากทำการรักษา 10 นาที
    โบท็อก หน้าเรียว
    ฉีดโบท็อก ที่ไหนดี
    โบท็อก กังนัม

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  5. ศัลยกรรมตาสองชั้น
    • 1.กรีดหนังตา เป็นแนวทางที่เคยชินกันดีกับกระบวนการทำตาสองชั้น หรือจะเรียกว่าวิธีมาตาฐานก็ว่าได้ เพราะว่ามีผู้ที่ทำตาสองชั้นด้วยแนวทางแบบนี้มีมากที่สุดเป็นอันดับแรกเลยเดียว
    • 2.การเจาะรูหรือบางที่เรียกกรรมวิธีการเย็บจุด เป็นการไม่ต้องกรีดหนังตาแต่ว่ากลายเป็นการเจาะรูเล็กๆที่กลีบตาห่างกัน 3-4 จุด สามารถเอานำไขมันส่วนเกินออกได้ แล้วทำเย็บเงื่อนไหมไปตามแนวเส้นที่ได้กำหนดไว้กับกล้ามเนื้อตา จะมีผลให้กำเนิดเป็นตาสองชั้นขึ้น ลักษณะเด่นคือไม่ส่งผลให้เกิดรอยแผลเป็น แล้วก็มีการบวมช้ำเพียงแค่เล็กๆน้อยๆ
    • 3.การเลเซอร์ ได้แก่การใช้เลเซอร์คลื่น plasma ยิงไปที่หนังตาทำให้มีหนังตา 2 ชั้นขึ้นมาอย่างราบรื่น ถึงจะเจ็บจี๊ดแทบจะร้องไห้ แต่ว่าลักษณะเด่นคือทิ้งแผลเอาไว้น้อยมาก ใช้เวลาพักฟื้นน้อยมาก ดำรงชีวิตธรรมดาได้เกือบจะในทันที


    มาเด้
    มาเด้ หน้าใส
    ฉีดมาเด้ ที่ไหนดี

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