World at odds (WAO)

In my Posts i have touched upon various topics except the most exciting of all...its not that i have been too shy, too dry, too cowardly to talk about love...It has been easy for me to write about topics a little far from my ownself, I had read sahir somewhere where he had said that "today i have brought your Letters written to me in the market", I could never agree with him on this , but this post is for someone somewhere, Probably she would never read this post ever , but this one is for her, Only if she reads, She would see that there's some part of her in every post of mine irrespective of the theme...

There was a guy-Simple, Practical and Logical,He dreamt dreams well within boundaries, Well aware of the fact that extravagant dreams never come true, groomed to belive that only nightmares come true, But one day he met a fairy from a far off land, Innocent as a child's laughter, Unreasonable as a child who fantasizes moon as his toy, He fell in love with her, He wanted to run away from her he cldnt, He knew this was not possible, He knew in the end this would tear apart both of them, Well aware that all his life he wont be able to love anyone ever again, He wanted to be logical and practical again but he failed miserably, Good Lord What predicament, He looked at his fate line, Is it good enough for the fairy? No said his astrologer, But he had come too far, He had realised that all that is worth living for in this world is illogical, All that makes this life special is so called silly,Fairies arent meant to be practical, Its so "Humanish" to be realistic but then his fairy told him that "Fairy-tales" aren't real, Dreams are too fragile to survive, But this time he was too optimistic for his own good..If this was a dream, He didnt want to wake up..But Alas he was shaken up from his sleep and he woke up to the real world, His dream had been shattered, there were glass splinters all across the bed and floor, Does a broken dream leave splinters ? He was dooomed to collect each tiniest speck of those splinters spread all across in the false hope that one day he would be able to rebuild his dream again from those splinters, He would keep collecting those all his life , They will keep cutting his hands and his fate lines and his hands shall forever Bleed !!

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