Blaming Eyes

Chapter 3 | Obscure Love

Blaming Eyes

Chapter 3 | Obscure Love

By

Half-Poet

The way this word "LOVE" is represented in movies, TV serials, and other stuff is not as it is in actual life. It's not as gleaming and as rusty as it is cast in movies. It itself summons other conflicting terms with it, just like adjoining verbs to compete for its meaning. When we say the word "Love" it comes out with various other words too. I know you haven't even invited them, but they will come, Pain being the first one, before you can realise, it would have already stepped in before even you fall in love with some. It is as unblemished as blemished it is. You might not see its traces stinking your character, but it has deeply spoilt you, rather you acknowledge it or not.

As it was hot outside because it was the peak of summers, though I had kept the A.C. on during the whole Journey, I was sweating, as soon as I reached my apartment, I started opening my shirt buttons and removed my belt from my Trouser. I kind of hate this formal wear that I always had to wear in my office. But it was the works demand that I button up every time in attire, I never felt comfortable in, but I had no other option than enduring this cheerfully. I rushed toward the shower room, I am very choosy about my thing, I like them to be in perfect condition, When I was a kid we didn't have a shower in our house, so I was always excited to stand under it if I had the chance. Its every drop falling on my bod had a unique composition, like its rhyming to me. But now I always inspect myself if I could listen to that rhyme but I guess my conscience doesn't want to listen. So I had adopted a habit of standing under the shower for long periods of time, though I had lost the ability to recognise its rhyme, I find it as my best companion talking to me in my grueling times, advising me to settle on agreements within my conscious & brain that will benefit me in the long run for viability.

Today I was dealing with some similar situation, Shall I consider her as important as I want other things in my life, or it was just an infatuation that is merely testing me with a new ploy. Something awkward was there, I could sense it, It was something serious, a mild headache developing that I usually don't suffer with, was explicitly indicating of the gust that had already approached my doors. Now I started blaming my eyes for all this that I was enduring, had I keep them under my control, this situation would not have escalated to this degree. She was a mermaid, but more of a siren still buzzing in my mind again & again. Usually after a shower I