Monologue (fictional)
In the recent time period , my obnoxious mind want me to be the greatest poet on the unrequited affection . Stupid me wants to beat john keats and Emily Dickinson's poem on unrequited love. The past time was the worst time , i m gaged by own imagination ,chocked in the despiration to be loved by a fiction personality of the non fictional character. I loved watching The Iris from Holiday and now her character is more related to mine in the current scenario . The Iris got the love in the end but the end I m considering is quite inexplicit . I never felt handicapped in my emotion to express , these years I have been in an unrequited love , the love which is forbidden , the love which hold the godly curse of getting non getting peace .The love which might have gaged the gods well. Have u ever seen a place with no doors to walk in , no stairs to climb in , no way in , no way out , a totally handicapped one, that's the curse of the loved ones to the people like us ,the unre...