Beginning & Ending.

As I sit down to pen my thoughts today
I find that the words are not getting in the way,
Nothing sounds right and nothing seems to fit
Changing the words around doesn’t help a bit.

I wonder, is it the fault of the words or is it mine
My thoughts are all scattered and hard to define,
Life is moving and changing at such a fast pace
Out with the old and yet no new to replace.

Goodbye to old concepts, people and things

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Talking to the moon !

I write because it takes me away, away to a place where anything is possible.

Writing makes me feel beyond what I can feel in my heart, imagine beyond what I see in my eyes, love beyond I experienced and write beyond I never thought.

Oh dear moon, please move slowly in the dark skies, the dreams will be shattered. I want to recite all my writing to you!

The coffee that I share all alone, under your dim lights, is getting stronger every night so that I can tell you my stories. Let me remember love is happiness, and nothing else brings joy. And so I choose to entertain no substitutes for love. Let me remember my love, who gave me the greatest feeling in the world to be around her who wants to hold me, wants to kiss my forehead, wants to call me at night, and wants to see me smile. But now,

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Coming back alone.

Walking alone is not difficult...
But after having "walked a mile with someone"
"Coming back alone" is more difficult.
It is the feeling of being rejected.
It is the feeling of being betrayed.

You imagine another world with them, where you see yourself with them, always. Atleast my heart feels, 'There had been a problem with me only.'
We ourselves become the real culprit ultimately by cursing ourseves. The truth is, when you live with the same words, ' Sorry.. We can't stay together..We have to stop it..' surrender you all the time, NOBODY, yes, NOBODY on this planet is affected. Colours shine, Sun rises & the Stars twinkle. One thing happens for sure- You forget to laugh and live the life.

I hate being nice and true and still being betrayed. I hate being simple and trust worthy and still listeing to your lies as truths. I hate being caring and still expecting from you, who had absolutley nothing inside their heart to actualy care about me.
I sacrifised myself for her, and she left telling her helplessness.
My life is swinging in a storm.
Clouds are thundering, Winds are blowing fast.
In my own eyes, I am seraching for an edge.
I miss hearing her voice, I miss seeing her smiling, but most of all I miss her!
I know, she will remember me , when someone will leave her.
Wish, There was someone to listen depressed stories of my sad heart.
~Now, I will have to live like this, I smile, when I think like that.

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Her beauty is the synonym of gorgeousness !

The moment she falls asleep, I can’t resist myself to lay down next to her…

I wanted to spend my entire life gazing at her beautiful kissing eyebrows , the pink lustrous lips, her glossy hairs. Her beauty is the synonym of gorgeousness…
Her cutest expressions while she sleeps, her hands; resting around my waist & She, too close, yet inside my heart.

I wanted to stop the time on that very moment. I felt so complete rewinding every single picture from how we started. And I paused the scene, where she had already slept , right in front of me.

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Perhaps that's enough.

It seems we never remember the most important things — or maybe it just seems that they are the most important only because we don’t remember them. If we did remember them, it would be some other forgotten thing that became more important.

I don’t remember all the conversations we had, and I don’t remember all the times you made me laugh. I don’t remember how your breath felt in my ear, or if you even ever breathed in my ear, although it’s a safe assumption you probably did.

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