Forget what we're told,
Before we get too old,
Show me a garden that's bursting into life.
Let's waste time,
Around our heads.
I need your grace,
To remind me,
To find my own.
If I lay here,
If I just lay here,
Would you lie with me and, just forget the world?
I am used to traveling in trains.
So much that I would prefer long, cradle like journeys over flights any day.
When I board that coach, there's a sense of familiarity with it.
Trains are familiar.
We meet people. Unknown people.
Some become friends, some remain strangers.
The windows. They are best.
You know that feeling of going places?
However late I get, I get down with a coach-ful of memories.
I sit with my knees bent to my chest near my favorite French windows.
Raindrops platter on my pane.
I have a mirage on my mind.
You know what mirage is?
Its an illusion of a waterbody in a desert to be close when it is actually very far.
That's you. A mirage.
Seems close but, far.
I sit there.
My body longs for you.
Longs for the warmth that you carry.
Longs for your laugh.
But, you are a mirage.
Visible, but an illusion.
Hold me like you fear losing me.
Come close. As much that there's no space for air to stay.
Unlock my senses with that touch of yours.
The touch that I have been longing for.
The touch that drove me crazy.
The touch that reminded me of our times of love.
Pin my hair behind my ear so that they don't block our gaze at each other.
Pull me closer so that I can hear and feel your breath.
Let my hands find comfort on you.
Kiss me so hard that I cry. I cry to leave but, only not to.
I want to run. Not from you, but from myself.
I love you but I am afraid that in the process, I might lose myself into you.
Maybe its not the right time. But, that would never mean that it isn't love <3
The world always had something else planned for us.
Sometimes, it feels as if the world was bored and decided to spice up its life by trying to destroy ours.
The person you love, won't love you back.
People who love you, you don't love them back.
You see, its a vicious circle. A never ending circle. Circles are never ending, right?
That moment when you finally fall in love after not being in it all through your life but realizing that the person is already someone else's.
You leave all your feelings at that point, giving it a beautiful end to which you would never return.
You know it isn't love, when it didn't last.
You know it isn't love when it faded with time.
For love, strengthens with time.
Let no one tell you otherwise.
However much you push it away, it comes back with double the intensity.
It never ends.
Love never ends.
If, it goes away, leave him.
If, he gives it to someone else, leave him.
If, he calls it karma coming back to you, he's just making excuses.
If, he wants you no more, leave him.
My little girl, move out.
There are hundreds of REAL men who would beg for your heart to never break it.
Don't lose heart over someone who could never be yours.
Someone, who fell into someone else's lap as easily.
It wasn't love.
We call it obs...
Thank you for pacifying me when I could do nothing but fight myself.
Thank you for keeping my secrets when I could find no one to share them with.
Thank you for being there for me, always.
You know what's euphoric?
His smell mixed with his perfume.
I miss that.
I miss that, big time.
There's always that one super love without which you can live until you realise that you can't.
I think, I just realised that.
There's this very interesting thing about love.
If it's for real, it makes it's way back.
No matter how much time it takes.
No matter how.
But, it does.
Somehow, it gets done.
80% of the population of this entire planet connect to their memories through smell.
I still remember his smell.
In my books, my surroundings, my clothes, my body and my soul.
That scent, that particular scent that I recognise even from a meter length.
That smell, I recognise that with me. With him.
We are no more together, but, I remember that smell.
I would carry it in my memories even after when I would leave soon enough now.
There was no other smell that could ever turn my head but his.
That's what first love is.
You know what they say?
Never love on rebound.
You love someone.
You have them.
You lose them.
You try getting them back.
Sometimes, you succeed.
Sometimes, you don't.
Let it go.
Let it all go.
But, never involve a person in your life just because you are too lonely to survive, just because you want to prove them your worth, just because you want to show someone something, just because you cannot get over the love you had for them once.
If, you love them with all your night, your love won't ever fade.
And, you won't be able to love again.
At least not with the same intensity.
Hang in a little bit more, my little heart and you'll be free forever.
Just a bit more and you won't miss him anymore.
Small push through time and, you'll fly again.
Even a speck of love won't let you stay away from your love for long.
If you can, then, there wasn't any.
Self pity HAS to be the worst feeling.
But, it's just human nature.
Pure feeling, like any other.
You want something, you don't get it, you try for it, you try harder.
Still don't get it.
Now, what creeps in is what we call self pity.
Stop pitying yourself, little girl.
Like I did.
It wasn't easy.
It was hard. Very hard.
But you get over it.
There are men who would beg for your precious heart❤
All you have to do is, WAIT.
We cry out everything.
We need to do it.
In order to keep ourselves sane, we need to do it.
Sometimes, we need to do it so bad that we are unable to do it.
I want to cry so much that I had been finding ways to cry.
I look at things. Good things. And , I cry.
I left a lot behind.
I left them for good.
It was time to do it.
Before people start thinking bad about you, you should leave.
I did the same.
Before I start hating the person that I live or have ever loved or will ever love, I had to leave.
I am glad that I did.
Anybody, who had been reading my lettrs, would know, that I loved trains!
I mean, trains were my second home.
I felt so happy and nice and good and calm whenever I used to travel in it.
Trains made me meet new people, know them and extend my social being.
They made me meet that one person, who, would always be very special to me.
My first ever love.
Say whatever, your first love is your first love.
You can't forget it no matter what for that introduced you to this feeling.
I met my person at the railway station.
The place which I loved.
But, now that we aren't in touch anymore, I am afraid of boarding one.
I don't want to get on a train anymore.
Not that I have ...
It seems like our egos went out on a date,together.
They had our story for food.
Missing someone could kill you.
Missing someone could leave you dead.
Sometimes, from inside too.
We get past things.
We get past a lot of things in life.
We go past our failures, we go past people we lost, we go past things that are too dear, we get past things that we need for our survival.
The most important, we go past our love.
Sometimes, we have to leave the love of our lives to save ourselves from further damage.
It's difficult. Very difficult.
But, in order to save ourselves and our lovable other halves, we need to go away.
Getting past anything isn't easy but, getting past your love is the most difficult.
But, this would never mean that we forget our lkve or we move on from it.
We stay in love. Forever.
As children, we all have played the jigsaw puzzle game.
If you lose a piece, your picture would be incomplete. However much you try.
But sometimes, we got an extra piece in the pack.
Ever wondered why it was there?
Ever thought what to do with it?
I am sure you didn't.
Neither did I.
It was simple. We threw away the piece. Not just because it was an extra one, but because it was an irrelevant one.
Life is so much like a puzzle.
You start, it's difficult.
You move forward, it becomes simpler.
There would be difficulties, but, ultimately, it would make a picture.
It would be something that would make sense.
Well, we forgot the extra piece.
We threw it away.
Ever felt like an extra piece in so...
It's been so long, that we've talked.
It's been so long, that we shared.
Now, that, you and me are no longer we, I am sure you must be busy moving on.
I am sure that you have found someone else.
Your words, your writings and most of all, You. All these things strongly suggest that you have found some love for yourself.
I am sure she is nice.
I am sure she is better.
I am sure she'll break down all the boundaries for you.
I am sure she'll do as you would say.
I am sure she is definitely worth it.
Worth your love and attention.
Stay happy, live well!
Just love for you.
Ever thought, like even the idea of love is so lovable?
It's so beautiful that you would want to stay in it forever and never let go.
Once we are in it, there is no going back.
It's such a pristine feeling that you care unconditionally about someone so much that you would give off anything to make them happy.
That's the power of it.
We become selfless.
I know and I agree that there are bumps in it but they are worth crossing, for they would lead you to a more beautiful part of the relationship that you are into.
I have fallen in love.
Great, great love.
The feeling that you have, to care about a person is so satisfying that you would want to lead the rest of your life exactly like that.
Peace is a daily, a weekly, a monthly process, gradually changing opinions, slowly eroding old barriers, quietly building new structures.
Peace begins through our soul.
Our soul is the sole thing that could lead to generalised peace, if it's what we call it.
Attacking, killing, kidnapping; all this would just lead to chaos.
Chaos in our minds, chaos in our souls, chaos in our hearts and chaos in this world.
The world is a beautiful place to live in.
Let's just keep it like that.
Peace cannot be kept by force; it can only be achieved by understanding.
We, the people of Earth, are blessed.
Why can't we keep that blessing from turning into a bane?
Life will always out.
Life will always ...
Love is pure.
Love is unconditional.
Love is, just love.
You bide by it.
You thrive through it.
You make through.
You are made through it.
The day you get enough love, is a lucky day.
For, love is irreplaceable.
It has no conditions, no boundaries.
It never had.
It never will.
So, my love, love hard.
Love so much that you are ready to give up anything for it❤
When you are needed more physically, than emotionally, that is exactly when you are supposed to leave.
There comes a point where you just want that person beside you.
That is where I am right now.
But, the world, who has always been conspiring against me, is doing it here as well.
I am dying to meet you.
But, my love, I can't.
I can't get out from where I am.
I know you expect something and I can't give it to you.
So let's just drift apart.
Just to save ourselves from the damage that would be greater if we'll talk anymore.
That attachment, my love, is dangerous.
You deserve someone better. Far better. Someone who will break down her ideals for you.
Someone who is not bound with expectations from her kin.
Someone who isn't so obedient.
But, my love, she wouldn't be able to love you the way I d...
Clearly, the feeling of hatred is stronger than the feeling of love.
You see, love is the primary feeling, but, hatred is always preceded by something else.
You can fall in love at the first sight, but, hating someone at the first sight? That's rare.
Hatred always has a hidden thing behind itself.
Love can be pure, but, hatred, never.
It is always mixed with another feeling which actually triggered it.
I don't hate anyone but , I know that, it takes a lot to hate someone. It's really difficult to detest someone so badly that it becomes hatred.
You need to unlike someone really hard I'm order to achieve that thing called HATRED.
Well, I can only say, that, it's reall...