Love, Shuv all over the place, the music and rom-com expresses matters of the heart.
Our hearts fall for each other as we pull the music strings together.
It’s the biggest lie, Life in the times of Romance.
Words, thoughts..it’s poetry in motion.
We sell a product called rom-com in our books and movies.
We create the make-believe product to rake the Moolah!
Haha! It’s a fun post.
Imagine, Pheku and Pappu falling head over heel in love with each other.
We love, break up and again love for the sake of being forever in love.
Yet! We wishes hell for each other. You know why?
We are heart-broken as we curse each other with the vilest names.
Ek Thi Daayan, bastard and asshole.
Luv-shuv has gone to the dumps.
Till, we create another love story in the heart as KJO and Chetan Bhagat is only happy to make the moolah.
We gave them ideas, they earn hefty bank balances.
What do we get?
Tears, peanuts and shed lil’ we have on daaru. Of course, we boost the sales of liquor and tragic songs.
PS: This poem or post is fully faltoo (Time pass) and is meant to tickle your funny bones. The author has no intention to make fun at love and romance, it is designed to do some fun and put a halt to your boredom. The author is also not to be held responsible of you get a heart attack and bearing resemblance to any entity, human or animal or UFO is simply not regretted.