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The day I decided to walk away was when I understood, how strong my will could be. I knew I must never stop and look back at him, at what we had, and what we could have had.
I knew why I took the step. Though we loved each other like crazy, it was not the sure ticket to a happy ending that is supposed to stretch for the lifetime.
I did try looking back, unable to contain the hurt, the guilt of having shattered someone's hopes of love and happiness. But I didn't stop walking. I knew, this was for the best for us.
Sometimes loving someone is simply walking away, no matter how hard the separation and loss rips the hearts which are stitched together in the hope of eternity.
For a long time he waited, sitting on the bench with the lone tree for company. He closed his eyes and listened. The wind blew across his face, rustling the leaves and whispering to him, like it always did.
"Let it go..." The wind seemed to say, "Free yourself of the guilt. You were just doing your job..."
He nodded as if he'd got the answer. Yes it was his job as a Life Guardian to remove those negative elements which interfered with the harmony of life, even if those negative elements be people. He was the judge ever since he could remember understanding his surroundings and society.
He got up and left the bench to go back home, to plan for the next stroke of justice.
Photochallenge (Dec 24, 2018)
The hands which drew 'X's and 'O's and ❤️s and other dreams in the night air, with the sputtering bright flames of the sparklers, were gone.
Now the pitch darkness that always follows the extinguished flames is poignant with the underlying essence of actuality. However, it will take time for the eyes and the mind to get accustomed enough to make sense of it, of the inky blackness, the absence and the reality in question; the adjustment is necessary and imminent.
Love is the language of connection between souls.
While loving him, she let herself become vulnerable again with every ounce of her being, letting his love for her permeate through her very soul, cocoon her heart and release it from the bondages of the past.
While loving her, he allowed himself to recognise again and sync with the essence of another soul, which was a personification of love, passion and companionship all rolled into one.
Their love for each other was not just soul stirring, but all consuming. It consumed their sense of distance, the imperfections, the mindsets and left behind only traces of logic that resurfaced from time to time in order to save them from losing sight of ...
Diary entry: Day 370
The DARKNESS must have a way of guiding me, because during the day, my sense of direction never forgets to fail me. These NEON lights on the high rise buildings are easier to spot and remember than signboards.
Tonight is the night I've arranged for a planned getaway. I have it all written in my diary. No, not the one which is called 'Read this everyday when you wake up', which has entries on what events took place in every day of my life since the past year, but the one which says, 'The subordinate'. You see, I had been through a brain damaging accident that left me with anterograde amnesia, a disor...
Mind, a swirling abyss of
the known and unknown
splinters of the self;
A result of innumerable
little networks of
connections between neurons,
Is both one's best place
And the worst place to be.
It guides but also
It's a very good friend,
But the worst enemy
But it's yours and only you can tame it
I want to get across
Before reality takes its course
Because on the other side reside my dreams
Which cannot be fulfilled
If I don't take a risk
Of crossing the bridge that
Connects two different worlds -
The reality that I live in
And that which I want to live in.
Skylark Challenge 156
The metallic exterior resonated as she tapped on it. What could she expect from a humanoid made of metal and plastic that had was obsolete from the last 2 years?
“Does she have a soul?” she remembered having asked this when her parents had first brought it home.
“Oh, I doubt if it has feelings at all,” her father had retorted.
Ashley dusted the machine body of the robot maid a.k.a. superwoman robot of the household, taking note of the rust and creaky joints that came from more than a decade of service.
Whether she had feelings or not, she had toiled away diligently for the Ray family, for 15 years. She ...
Words to be used:
A little Teddy bear
Sat in the forgotten corner
Of a closet once having a history of
Storing sunshine and laughter.
Upon remembering those days
That have made him now threadbare,
He only wished that the musty wood
Wouldnt conceal his last days,
And that he'd get to see
The light of the day.
All his hopes were pinned on
Just one person now,
Who was no longer the kid he knew,
But maybe, just maybe,
She'd lose something in the closet
And would find him instead...
After weeks of unsuccessful attempts
And half hearted tries at writing
To heal my wounded heart,
I realize that spilling feelings on paper
Does not always have the expected outcomes.
I am tired of my own tirade of words…
Those were supposed to spell helplessness,
To capture and project the sadness,
Thus, pushing the negative out of my system.
But alas, after an extent of catharsis,
Finding the perfect metaphors,
Analogies and figures of speech,
Became a chore in itself;
Consciously thinking of the hurt,
Pushed me deeper into
The pit of self pity and hopelessness,
From which I may never find a way out.
So now, I end this strange entry with
An ironic sense of relief,
And a decision to...
Disagreements happen not only due to opposing views but also because of the denial of truth.
Packing up from the past is never easy, especially when I am quick to unpack at the softest of hopes knocking at my door.
The sky turned darker and darker as she walked towards the beach. This cant be a good sign, she thought to herself, the Gods were angrier than before. Okay she really had to stop kidding now, her serious self retorted, and focus on finding that funny bracelet that her little niece lost when she was making sandcastles earlier that day at the beach.
“Bracelet of the Gods, Auntie Kaffie! Don’t you mock it like that,” the six year old had said when she had commented how funny it was. The little one had just been on a field trip to a museum of Egyptian artifacts a few days ago and the bracelet was a souvenir.
It had those hieroglyphics and the typical humanoid creatures with a crick in their nec...
Once in a while,
Shut your eyes to discover your peace
Once in a while,
Talk to yourself to see where you're at.
Once in a while,
Pat your own back for a job well done
Once in a while,
Smile at your silly mistakes
But always forgive yourself,
For it is the only way you can liberate the self.
The smallest question word that is complete in itself, but is the most unanswered question in the pragmatics of any language.
My weekend plans, you ask.
The bliss of staying in after a long week, doing absolutely nothing to a couple of things I love, is the dream.
You might find me gazing into space, or sitting apart in the babbling crowd, just enough so that I’m not as much inside it as I am out.
You could catch me listening and watching, more than speaking and interacting.
Maybe it surprises you, when I refuse company while going somewhere.
Maybe it confuses you still more, that I seek serene surroundings rather than lively ones.
Many times you advise me to mingle, to be with the group, and open up on my thoughts...
But how can I, when the world within me is much more interesting than the world outside? The vibrations I feel around me are not always in tune with mine, to let myself flow with it.
It took me years to accept the fact tha...
You have spent a lot of emotional energy on finding the right person to love. But all this while, you overlooked one deserving individual.
No matter who came and went in your life, this one remained like a permanent fixture, witnessing every struggle, every victory and every moment of your life.
That one is 'You'
You are worthy of Your own love, care and concern first. Only then will you find yourself among people who love you for you.
You see a shooting star?
A stray eyelash?
Close your eyes,
Make a wish...
But one little condition,
Just make sure it's realistic.
Not everyone we lose or let go are toxic, bad choices, or bitter memories.
Some are very beautiful personifications of lessons.
Whenever I think of you,
I feel your soft lips on mine,
And the warmth of your hand
As if you're holding mine.
Whenever I wish for you,
I see you in my mind's eye,
Whispering my name
With so much love, that I could cry.
When I cry, remembering our moments,
I sense you wrapping me
In a tight embrace, which
I never want to let go.
When I yearn more than anything
To simply talk to you,
I feel your presence before me, Wanting to listen intently.
When I miss you,
I feel your palm stroking my cheek,
Your loving gaze, and your soothing voice saying,
"I'm always with you..."
Wishful thinking or not
This is all I have of you
To hold on to.
It was another lovely day
When I was sitting in my abode,
At my favourite corner of creativity,
Painting my dreams in hues of everything
Purple, Black along with VIBGYOR,
On the canvas of my life,
When you stopped by to admire.
A masterpiece in the making, you said.
You wished to know more about
The art and also the artist.
Moments stretched as we intermingled
Our ideas in words and images
And found a mirror in each other.
Before I knew it, in the exhilaration
Of the newfound, incredible bond,
We were recreating a different art-piece,
One that had lost its sheen,
And I had abandoned for good.
You made the sun a lot brighter,
With your laughter;
The sunset more crimson,
With your kisse...
Warm and tender,
Coated with honey,
Soothed my aches.
Hot and burning,
Fuelled the flames of desire
That had been nearly extinguished.
Despite the distance and time,
The imprints of our love
Are still fresh in my heart.
Just when you think you've got a hold on how your life is going, you face something so insanely inconceivable that forces you to reconsider your choices and decisions.
Maybe I'm still struggling to accept the fluidity of life even as I complain about monotony.
The road lined with cherry blossom trees is scented with promises of a divine destination, making you wonder if treading down that soft, carpeted path of pink and white petals is the real thing.
It's past midnight when he decides to go for a walk outside. The sky is clear of any clouds, making the stars visible. As he looks up,
"Such a perfect night for stargazing," he says.
"Isn't it?" He is surprised yo hear a reply. It is his wife. He hesitates since he did not think that she would come.
"I couldn't sleep and I didn't want to wake you," he says.
"You never wake me nowadays. It's okay," she says with a smile. He can suddenly notice the fatigue on the crinkled corners of her smiling lips. Her eyes have lost their usual lustre. Her zest, the most attractive aspect of her, has been fading.
"I'm so sorry, honey, all this time... I couldn't, I didn't... " he begins...
Would you call this love story a fairytale, if I told you that,
They met in college, dated for a while, fell in love, and married despite opposition, or,
Would you still call it so had his parents approached hers with the marriage proposal?
But somewhere down the line,
I realise that how the story began
Doesn't matter as much as
How you continue it.
If you make it to every anniversary
With a renewed amount of
Understanding and trust,
Celebrating a love which endures
All the ups and downs,
Bringing out the best and
The worst in each other;
Progressing with changing times,
Accepting flaws, appreciating differences,
Holding on with hope and conviction that,
The best thing ...