Paris

Alone
in a crowded city built on romance
What am I supposed to do?
Should I stay and wait for you?
What am I supposed to do?
Should I go and look for you?
What am I supposed to do?
Screaming out, break the silence
and empty this void for you?
~r

is love a delusion?

"Love is the delusion that one woman differs from another" ~ quote of day on Bangsar Bodega's board

3 comments (not doing a Carrie Bradshaw here):
1. Love oftentimes IS a delusion (illusion, even and for some of us elusion) . OR is it lovers who are often times deluded? I read somewhere that one only knows if it's truly LOVE (with capital L, O, V and E) on hindsight, years and years later, after its tried and tested. For the present, it s very much a gamble or an act of faith - love or delusion?
2. That comment is hilarious! I think it s a cynical stupid remark (am I sounding too judgmental?). There are no 2 identical women. Even twins differ. And WOMEN - we take pride in our diversity... in fact, no one woman remains the same one minute to another .. it's a SO female trait - we are fickle!
3. If all women were the same, then life is so much easier for men - no more search for the elusive "IT- girl", no issues with commitment, fidelity and insecurities. BLISS.

I am getting back to work... p.s "delusion" also defined in the Oxford English Ref dictionary as " a symptom or form of mental disorder" :-)

how?

Sleepless last night
Wake up in the morning
Flooded with day light
All the things I've dreamt
Repeating in my head
And I stare into emptiness
face to face with loneliness
What did I expect?
Did I see forever in you, my dream?
I never wanted it to hurt
I hope you're satisfied
I never was.
How can I miss
That which I never had
How can I forget
the dream which I never lived.

~r

sunny hague days

(a special mention of the hague and e.e cummings, i think will do justice
to the simple enchantment of the Hague)

" i thank You God
for most this amazing day:
for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky;
and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes

(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun's birthday;
this is the birth day of life and love and wings:
and of the gay great happening illimitably earth)

how should tasting touching hearing
seeing breathing any-
lifted from the no of all nothing
- human merely being doubt unimaginably You?

(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)".

~ e. e. cummings