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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 ...
Wading through the murky waters,
She looked for that part
Of her which had gone missing
Since what seemed like eternity.
The water was getting deeper, and it was becoming harder to see,
As remnants of her memories,
Traces of her desires,
And aspects of her fears
Were floating all over.
But none of these reverberated
With her inner self;
They were just hers from one lifetime
To find her core, she knew
She had to face the totality of her
Fears and desires,
Cleanse the darkness of her roots
Submerge fully in the waters of
Her infinite mind,
In order to emerge as a whole.