Context of love in modernity



Isn't it great that I am accusing modernity for your infidelity?

Isn't it delusional to believe it?

Blame chaos, economy, and society, class struggles, 

Structure and environment for the lack of your ethics and integrity?

Isn't it a consolation?

Trying to understand you,

Reasoning your actions, Looking beyond your unsaid words,

Holding your childhood, and past traumas accountable,

But, wasn't it your responsibility to be sane?

To be responsible and act wise?

No human is so individualistic that he doesn't understand his actions.

Destiny or narcissistic demeanor, whatever it was,

Everybody has a choice and you had yours,

Nobody changes for the sake of others,

Nobody wants to deprive themselves of their comforts,

So, why act as a union when it is meant to leave you broken?

Love is a myth,

We should rename it with companionship, 

A partnership that is perpetuated for self-interests, 

Based on calculations,

They say that it is the magical work of the heart,

But, hey, the heart wants what is best for your uncanny jolts of interests,

There can be no pure love because there is no pure reason,

Every reason is corrupted,

All causes are copulated with other effects,

All contexts are related and correspond with  one other,

One reason determines the next platform,

One context gives the floor to the other,

That's how interactivity works hands-in-hand,

Deploring or exploiting each other!


-Farheen 




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