The unpack suitcase

I Overthink too much in love. This bizarre feeling is zenith my capacity. It has left me with nothing except thinking and thinking now i am overthinking again. Oh! beau I am in so much in love . But i wonder did this world ever experience  that "High Love" or its craving for it and thats maybe the reason for all the destruction. Love has been term as weakness or weapon of destruction from centuries. But its the weapon for strength just because for this little left out love we are still in peace. Do you get that my beau?  Where are you? Is my love not sufficient enough for us.Shakespeare I fancy you for this lines now I hope he will be back to me now- “My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.” Oh! My beau your are craving in the happiest hour and the darkest night. This night shimmers so bright but still i am unable to find you. My Superhero are you forthcoming to save this world and save my hear...

I walk through this lonely road diverging into woods .The roads sprinkles me the auburn ting which makes difficult for me to choose the path. The roads looked coquettish as it tries to seduce me to their path. But a tome falls from up above which takes me to the world of absurdity from the mouth of Beckett. We all are waiting for something which we can't get or achieve and we are wasting our time in nothingness. All this historical materialism is nothing but temporary delectation,which has made us lost all the human relations and now we have become hollow men searching for happiness in those places which we never valued. Man is bound to suffer anguish in life due to its  deeds that has bought destruction and now there is no road to escape from this sufferings. We often forget things that are of great importance and the only place of solace in long run. Now the modern man speaks the words of Kamala Das "My way now and beg at stranger's door to, Receive love at least in sm...