Love is like fire. It goes through, lightening burdens... burning identities. Crossroads in our lives divulge so many options to us. Disclosing eternity seems an ultimate fantasy for every vanquisher. But has one ever thought, winners can have an other dimension to them as well? Vanquishers defeat but winners can win without ruining lives. Winners are absorbed in their own way of doing things. They have that delirium that 'masti' that doesn't let them go and lose themselves in that mob of mediocrity and ruthless defeaters. Winners defeaters, defeaters the conquerors.
I soundly believe that 'perfection' only exists when you're in love. I believe love is one expression, which can make one, even for a blink of second feel like attaining perfection. Yes! Logic won't understand it since it randomizes expressions and seeks anomalies. Logicians don't realize what that mere second can instill... and they don't know what follows it. Perfection resides in delirium. Lives with extreme passion.
Perfection is achieved when anomalies are ignored.
7 comments:
Well written :)
very true. Perfection exists in love (at times) and logic cant explain all of this :-)
Couldn't agree less :)
PS:- Don't know why after reading this I wish that Zardari falls in love!
Very well written, and so true as well. Logic can't explain love at least...
God, you're good!
This is too good :)
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