...lets give ' I ' a chance...

i infringed the laws of love and god the ingenuous is with me. all the virtues he wanted are ingrained in me and i cant be an ingrate .well of course i hope to ingratiate myself by this blog. out here there are no inhibitions and i can easily overlook the inimical comments. there is nothing iniquitous. but all this fuss is just an inkling ,innuendo or rather an insinuation of things to come. common! i know this blog is not at all inopportune. look at the inordinate satisfaction i shall gain. well, i don't stop you from being the regular inquisitor. believe me, the conditions here are not at all insalubrious for the intelligensia. and i am offering myself to you(even the insiduous, insolent junta out here), though i request each one of you to be sensate and try to be the least insipid in your insightful remarks or else be completely insoucient.
i can feel it. the insurmountable urge to break the insularity of so many about love. God made me for love and i will lead the insurrection. "love is not intangible". i am a great believer of this. its tangibility is integral as quoted by the intellect.
hey! don't inter your innate thoughts about love. this space is interdicted for the orthodox lover. before your final move let this space be the interim and you the one special interloper stealing away the heart of the one special someone. Give me a chance. but be careful because i condemn internecine comments and counter-comments.
let this moment be the interregnum before love gets a definition. this is a moment of reckoning of intimate feelings which have been intimidating the lover in you for long.Love Guru....no no! i don't want a name. i can be surprisingly intractable about this name thing. i believe a complete intransigence is necessary in such cases to be really intrepid .so friends get inured to a blog which will invalidate all established fundamentals and openly inveigh against them(you know who) though i am against any invective or an unnecessary inveigle of a poor soul.
give me a chance !
for a beginning dodge this..................

#statement 1: love is when the boy wears the same cologne and the girl the same perfume and they smell each other everytime they meet!

!.........the D in L O V E.........!

she carries the looks, perfect enough to decimate the common flock. the decollete sweater she wears is the decoy, it pushes my dry soul to a state of complete decripitude. i am spellbound and by default i lose.
my mind defects my state of being myself, leaves me completely deferred of my purpose, my existence.
the sanctity's defiled and i know there's no one to defray the loss. she was definitely real, for my conscience ;which i can boast to be deft enough to pick people by the sight of them, would have defrocked the falsity by now. of course the conscience was defunct by now, useless. i was staring at her beauty;a self deleterious act and deigning too.
how well i still delineate her against the dark nothing. she glows and leaves me in delirium. i better die!

'D' IS HERE TO STAY!

frame 2#

i feel cheated, deluded; deposed amidst the deluge of agony. demeaned to dirt, my soul demented and derided . what i see now is the death of my demeanor.but a sudden wave and the demoniac me demurs the last traces of demotic values left. the shadow behind me denigrates the denizen of my proximity, my world. and then love looks at me.Denouncing.the shame had depleted my strength long back.love has stripped me bare. it calls me names. i can hear it or am i deranged! Depravity has killed me not love.my only hope is to forget all of this.a derelict,loser.
LOVE labor LOST!