If you have the answers, I've got the questions...

Has every published poet in the world written a poem titled Love Song or A Love Song for...?

Has anyone wanted to jump off a terrace simply because it's the most boring party they've ever been to?

When the stray dogs finally sleep at night, do all the bikes on the roads do a slow dance on their way home?

If you're left home alone one night for what you think is the most ridiculous reason, would it be crazy to want to stay back on all the nights that follow?

How many times does a person have to take advantage of you before you finally hang up your boots and retire as the king/queen of fools?

If your subordinate continues to slack off despite repeated warnings, would it be cruel to pile him/her with shitloads of work and unreasonable deadlines to boot?

If the book you've been dying to read for close to 20 years still acts as a dust magnet somewhere at the back of your bookshelf, is it finally time to pawn/ give/ throw it away?

When you're convinced that the only quick fix answer to all of your problems is hypnotism, how long before you start telling people around you so that they finally decide it's time to commit you?

If all the fantastic thoughts in your mind cease to be just as good the minute you spew them out, do you just leave them so that they continue to haunt you every second that you live?

When you begin to love the beauty in all the imperfections around you, is it ok to ruin every perfect thing you've ever laid your eyes on so that they finally start appearing beautiful to you?

How do you marry the song that you love and the one you've been subconsciously singing, so that in the end your only reason for living would have been the creation of that one exquisite symphony?