We eulogize love too much. Snip it, paint it in sunshine colors, frame it and hang it on our walls, because all the world loves LoveArt. But of all the things in the world that can go horribly wrong, Love must rank # 1. Nothing I have known has been more imperfect, more fallible, more dysfunctional than the Love construct. And more often than not, it’s because it comes pre-attached to some relationships, like a default setting with an inbuilt virus, a syrupy cross to bear, never mind that the multiple sticky leaks drive us to insanity and keep us there.
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Hear, hear! Truer and more prosaic words were never written!
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OMG! This is sooooooo brutally honest, and beautiful at the same time!
And we mistake that isanity for love itself!
M4: OJ takes a bow
Rajni: Work still very hectic?
Pallavi: You live, you learn. 😉
D: Sometimes, I suppose. Although at others, it’s painfully clear that it is raw madness and nothing else.
“Love is a many-splendoured thing”
Was a favorite song we used to sing
But when insanity does fall
It’s nice to recall
Another oldie:”Puppet on a String”!!!
Aunty G: lol! You’re fabulous! 😀 My parents played those songs on repeat mode (which, at the time, meant using a finger and jabbing ‘Play’ again) and I remember jerkily moving to “Puppet on a String” whenever it played, thinking I looked like a wooden puppet, but actually just looking mentally challenged. 😉
yeah isnt Aunty G just amazing?! i love her comments.
MM: She is, she is! You hear that, Aunty G?? You’re the best! 😀
Ye kinde Ladies, am taking a deep bow
Always glad to soothe a frowning brow
Limericks enable me
To be kinda pithy
And they’re great fun to squiggle out any-which-how!
Aunty G: There she goes again,
Our limerick-loving Mother Hen,
When we haven’t a clue,
She pops up with something new,
‘How’ is something beyond my ken!
Aww OJ, you’re not bad yourself
Despite the very self-effacing pelf
How i love You
And am grateful too
For bringing me into this blogworld — feel like an elf!
Ah, but it’s the cherry on our cupcake of life, right?
*waves and blows a kiss to the celebrated ‘Aunty G’ up there* 🙂
Another bow due, i suppose
Let me also, a toast propose
To cherries on cakes
And love at high stakes
Then Life becomes the pink of a rose!
Aunty G: Aunty G, I love you too,
And I can say it till I’m blue,
We could both gush
and drown in our mush
And baby-like, also gurgle and coo!
Suzy: Oh I always knock the cherry off. 😉 Unless it’s seedless and glazed. And then it tastes so artificial, you know you’ve been had.