Convention Of Those Wounded in love

General provisions:

A – Whereas the saying “all is fair in love and war” is absolutely correct;

B – Whereas for war we have the Geneva Convention, approved on 22 August 1864, which provides for those wounded in the battle field, but until now no convention has been signed concerning those wounded in love, who are far greater in number;

It is hereby decreed that:

Article 1 – All lovers, of any sex, are alerted that love, besides being a blessing, is also something extremely dangerous, unpredictable and capable of causing serious damage. Consequently, anyone planning to love should be aware that they are exposing their body and soul to various types of wounds, and that they shall not be able to blame their partner at any moment, since the risk is the same for both.

Article 2 – Once struck by a stray arrow fired from Cupid’s bow, they should immediately ask the archer to shoot the same arrow in the opposite direction, so as not to be afflicted by the wound known as “unrequited love”. Should Cupid refuse to perform such a gesture, the Convention now being promulgated demands that the wounded partner remove the arrow from his/her heart and throw it in the garbage. In order to guarantee this, those concerned should avoid telephone calls, messages over the Internet, sending flowers that are always returned, or each and every means of seduction, since these may yield results in the short run but always end up wrong after a while. The Convention decrees that the wounded person should immediately seek the company of other people and try to control the obsessive thought: “this person is worth fighting for”.

Article 3 – If the wound is caused by third parties, in other words if the loved one has become interested in someone not in the script previously drafted, vengeance is expressly forbidden. In this case, it is allowed to use tears until the eyes dry up, to punch walls or pillows, to insult the ex-partner in conversations with friends, to allege his/her complete lack of taste, but without offending their honor. The Convention determines that the rule contained in Article 2 be applied: seek the company of other persons, preferably in places different from those frequented by the other party.

Article 4 – In the case of light wounds, herein classified as small treacheries, fulminating passions that are short-lived, passing sexual disinterest, the medicine called Pardon should be applied generously and quickly. Once this medicine has been applied, one should never reconsider one’s decision, not even once, and the theme must be completely forgotten and never used as an argument in a fight or in a moment of hatred.

Article 5 – In all definitive wounds, also known as “breaking up”, the only medicine capable of having an effect is called Time. It is no use seeking consolation from fortune-tellers (who always say that the lost lover will return), romantic books (which always have a happy ending), soap-operas on the television or other such things. One should suffer intensely, completely avoiding drugs, tranquilizers and praying to saints. Alcohol is only tolerated if kept to a maximum of two glasses of wine a day.

Final determination:

Those wounded in love, unlike those wounded in armed conflict, are neither victims nor torturers. They chose something that is part of life, and so they have to accept both the agony and the ecstasy of their choice.

And those who have never been wounded in love will never be able to say: “I have lived”. Because they haven’t.

PC

Lachrymose

There is aloneness, and there is loneliness. Aloneness doesn't turn into loneliness unless we feel there is someone or something missing in our lives.

I am feeling very lonely today. I don't know why. I feel like talking to my friends, but then I don't know what to talk.I feel like calling my mom and hear her voice but I don't know what's stopping me?. The weariness in my heart stings...and it stings hard. I can sense my eyes getting moist and I am trying hard to refrain the innocent drops from rolling down my cheeks.

And while I am undergoing the eclectic emotions,my extensive retrospections revealed the answer...

I have never been to a confession room in a church. People say it's the place where one confesses to one's heinous sins and misdemeanors and God condones them.

I have a confession to make... probably three... maybe four... or more than that, I... I don't know. All I know is that I am going to do it because I have now realized the cause of my sadness...

Beginning...??

I had never cerebrated that it would be such a long hiatus when i will pen down something in the blog. But the current lassitude and my laggard attitude proscribed me from writing something.

In order to thwart any refraining actions by my concomitant Indolence, just mentioning some lines , which would motivate me to always come back here and write .

Though this was not my motif behind creating a blog, as it is supposed to be a vent and medium for the copious misdemeanors and mistakes done by me in the past, but then i think in order to do that I should have the motivation to come back again, which probably the following lines no matter how extraneous to the motif of the blog can revive...


Without saying a word, you steal my heart.

I'll find happiness by your side, I can't stay apart.

My life tastes sweet now, since you walked through that door.

When you wrap your arms around me, I know I've found my shore.


Sweep through the streets of my mind, like a gentle spring.
Walk through the corridors of my heart, fill the caravan of my dreams.

I sway to the song of your soul.

Without saying a word, you steal my heart

I'll find happiness by your side, I can't stay apart