Doomed love stories tug at heart, live deep, share company with fear.
Love stories aren't always doomed-in some the lovers live happily ever after.
The latter are the stories to be told shah of blah argued with whoever cared to listen, and mostly with himself.
The doomed stories are the ones that didn't end when the rays of sun left his orchard.
Stories of doomed love flooded the sands and grass and the bunds every night as the moon rose.
An inattentive listener would often be found washed ashore as the sun rose after the night of full moon
Wise men would wring their hands, wonder why the listener didn't wait for the next morning- for the story of life happily ever after.
Shah of Blah would look around- wink at the orchard, take his dip in the river, drenched- he would start his story
Love stories aren't always doomed-in some the lovers live happily ever after.
The latter are the stories to be told shah of blah argued with whoever cared to listen, and mostly with himself.
The doomed stories are the ones that didn't end when the rays of sun left his orchard.
Stories of doomed love flooded the sands and grass and the bunds every night as the moon rose.
An inattentive listener would often be found washed ashore as the sun rose after the night of full moon
Wise men would wring their hands, wonder why the listener didn't wait for the next morning- for the story of life happily ever after.
Shah of Blah would look around- wink at the orchard, take his dip in the river, drenched- he would start his story
