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Love isn't candle night dinners and bed of roses. Love is flawed, unattractive, frustrating, mundane and imperfect.
It's not about exotic destinations, elaborate proposals or lavish weddings. It's about fighting in PJs over taking out the trash, screaming over money and savings, ignoring her snores every night, seeing each other at your ugliest moments.
Love isn't beautiful. Its fighting through all the flaws and still holding the person right beside you. Love is real.
I would have hugged you a little longer, if I knew it was the last time I was holding you.
Question to people in their 20s ..
Does anyone know WTF are we supposed to be doing ?
I was waiting for your validation.
I was waiting for you to become my salvation.
And when you didn't turn up,
My Self Worth finally showed up.
Long Distance Relationships
Making funny and disgusting faces at each other over video calls.
I'm at that stage of life, where socializing and making new friends is exhausting AF
You don't even try to take me for granted anymore.
It all just comes naturally to you now.
It was their final day together until they depart for another long year. The duty towards the country came before their love. But at that moment, in each other's arms, they didn't let anything come in between them. He closed his eyes, hugged her tight and whispered,"I know life will become more hard and demanding and what we have now won't be a bed of roses. There will be hard times. You'll be impossible. I will be away. We will be sad. But can u do something for me at these times? Will you love me when I'm being an ass or just impossible? Will you love me when it's hard to love? Will you love me when you hate me?"
Take me away, I wanna fly high
Chasing the winds, on a sea shore
Kissing the sky on a high mountain
Take my away, I wanna cross the oceans
Watch the midnight blue sky, in an unknown town
Drink and Sing in a remote Karaoke bar
Take me away, I wanna see the whole world
Explore museums, find new coffee shops
See the rainbow on a bright sunny day
Take me away, I wanna run and laugh
Meet new people, make few friends
Live the life, and not just let it pass
Three years ago he gave his word to her. Oh how many things have changed since then.
As he pulls up on the driveway, she gets ready for a difficult conversation. She sits down in the chair and waits for him to walk in. She is staring at the same door which he used to walk out on her. He had promised, "My child! Your mother and I are taking a break from each other. But I'll always be around for my princess. I will be the one shouting at the top of my voice on your graduation day. I'll be the one dropping you off on your first day of work. I'll be the one to give you away to the man of your dreams. I'll love my grandkids more than any other pop-pop in the world. You'll always have m...
You asked me a countless number of times, what would I miss the most about you ? Amidst my sobs and tears, I didn't have the heart to answer you then. But, I'll answer you today.
I'll miss your presence around me the most. When you are just a look and touch away. When I can see you across the room and stretch my arm so that you can hold my hand.
I'll miss that goofy smile of yours which I know brightens when we look each other in the eye and know in an instant that this is to last no matter what.
I'll miss how we are with each other, where our comfort knows no bounds and there is a sense of safety and peace in my heart.
I'll miss how effortlessly we can hug each other and you can still see t...
You cared when you were scared to lose me.
Once you had me, did you forget me?
I am scared.
I am scared to breathe freely again.
The sword of consequence is always hanging on me.
Do I do this?
Do I say that?
Do I do this that way?
Should I always have a watch over my head?
My thoughts are not mine anymore. They are drowned by the burden of consequences.
One slip up.
And the 'ambience' of fear will engulf my being.
To all the people outraged with "mother day's social media show off"..!
Why is it so wrong and outraging to post a picture of your mother on mother's day? You do post pictures of your friends, boyfriend/girlfriend on their birthdays and special occasions right?
Why is it termed as a show off?
Why is posting a picture with your mom on mother's day become so wrong and pseudo-love?
Is it just that, we judge and get angry on everything now? Does everything has to be questioned and doubted?
If one does not want to post a picture, then good! Don't!
But do not get outraged with people who are posting the picture. It is their life. Their love. They want to show it that way.
Let them be!
What are the few things you realize when you get older?
1. Your happiness lies within you.
No one decides when you have to be happy and when not. It does not depend on another person or any material thing. You decide how you want to feel.
2. Fitting in is not necessary.
We realize everyone is different in their own way and its OK if you are not accepted in a group or gang. It's perfectly alright to be with your self or a couple of friends. It's alright to be crazy, introvert, extrovert, emotional, tough. Everyone is unique.
3. It's never too late to make new and wonderful friends.
Some of my best and most enjoyable friends have been made in the last few years. And I'm 25...
They sat opposite each other in a dim lit beautiful romantic restaurant.
Apart from the candle light, there was one more thing in between them. "Silence".
Not many words were spoken other than the taste of the food.
Even though they saw each other after days, the spark between them was lost. The silence between them was leading to the end of an era.
The hug at the end of the night was no more a, 'I miss you. Meet me soon' .
All it said without words was 'Goodbye'.
Linda never truly knew her mother. As she was always very secretive about a lot of aspects in her life. Her mother would leave early in the morning and come home late at night. If Linda asked about any of it, her mother would simply say she had a long day of work.
One day Linda decided to follow her mother to 'work'. That's when she found out that she was a nurse at the hospice care for terminally ill cancer patients.
A faint memory flashed infront of her. Her father leaving the house shouting. His words were still clear, ''I can't deal with hospitals and your sick kid anymore. Goodbye''. Her elder sister taking last breaths in that dim lit hospice room.
Now she knows why he...
He woke up without the morning coffee on his bed side. It had never happened in 3 years. His coat wasn't ironed and was there lying in the pool of dirty laundry as his other clothes. His breakfast wasn't ready and the house was dead silent.
All there was, was the sound of a fluttering paper on the dining table with the wedding ring on top.
'Not your punching bag anymore. Goodbye'
People in the world respect and care for each other.
This is the last thing that will ever come true from your ink. From now on you will be an ordinary pen because the power can change people.
3 AM ..
And all her body wanted was sleep.
But the one message from him 'So.. what else?' kept her starry eyes awake.
She : It's always this. You are always like this. All you want is sex.
He: It's not sex that I want. It's not sex that I'm addicted to.
I want you.
I'm addicted to you.
As she was cleaning out the closet, she found his belongings, still in the box. She never touched them after that beautiful date.
She never knew his goodnight kiss at her door was the last ever kiss. His jacket still had his scent fainting away slowly by time. A tear dropped on the last picture of the lot. Him smiling with all his glory in his shining new uniform. He gave away their love for the love he had for his motherland. His last crumpled letter, stained with blood and dirt from the battlefield reminded her to be happy.
She got up packing all the things. Her uniform awaited her. It was her first day in the army and she knew he would be smiling looking down with all his glory.
It was a rainy night. She was a girl in a bar. He was a guy in a bar. They looked at each other, words flowed, numbers exchanged, promises made to meet soon, goodbyes said. The same night they meet again. Sitting by the pavement, dreams were woven and smiles deepened.
That day each of them knew there was something about the other they needed to know more. They knew there were Sparks. They knew more time was needed. They knew a small story had started, a story about a girl and a guy in the bar. A story of forever.