Love: An Archaic Game Of Trials

This is a poem by Rupi Kaur.

Love is sweet. It gives you that tingling sentiment which makes you go crazy. You completely lose your mind in this emotion. Your mind is filled with the name of your lover and you keep thinking of that person. That soul becomes so pure for you that you cannot find anything sacred that.

You want your sweetheart always with you. You become incapable of leaving that rare person. They make you happy in a way no one else can. Your heart starts beating faster than conventional. You realize that your blood flow is sprinting. Rivers of sweat gush from your forehead and flow swiftly on your metaphorical skin. That happens when you look at your beloved.

But love sometimes is cruel. It can become a contest of passion. It can become a practice of brutality. It can develop hatred in genuine, innocent hearts. Some aficionadi end up hating each other. It can create a powerful passion for vengeance. Revenging on the other cause they maimed you. Love is “An Archaic Game of Trials”.

Some people endure a lot of trauma, pain through these trials but ultimately make it out from this gruesome phase and are still together as lovers. Several go through these ordeals of grief, sorrow, suffering and lose each other at the end. Some get caught in this net of trials forever and never come out of it. Even though they are at the verge of killing each other they won’t quit the relationship.

This arises cause people are cruel. They think revenging can make things better between them. But that is not true. I know it is hard to forgive someone who has mistreated you. And if you don’t want, it’s okay. That is your belief, and you are entitled to it. Nevertheless, vindication is not a preference. It can kill someone. And that makes you sinful.

Love is not a game even. Humans being the most vicious creatures of all time, have made a game of something so pure and authentic. It is a relationship and not a tournament where someone has to win. It’s not about me. It’s about us. You have to be together. Love starts together and ends together. And ending together means forever.

LOVE IS AN OPEN DOOR. ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS WALK RIGHT THROUGH IN…..

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