I dream of a place filled with love.
Where we live our lives instead of liking other's lives.
Days filled with laughter and nights filled with endless passion.
A best friend to be real with and share our greatest fears.
Days pass and my world revolve around people. My loved ones mean world. I put them above everything. Usually, that is my order of doing things.
This sounds so medieval. Wondering about well being, making sure no harm comes their way. You move on with life like this.
Then one day you wake up and they think of you as nothing but low lying creature. Who knows nothing, or who survives to make you happy. And you realise everyone is grown up. They got friends and families and lives to live on. And you are left with a thought that you might be important to them somehow. Then they keep on reminding you timely, that you are just a brick in the wall. There are people all above you. There are priorities...
It is the distance that makes you realise how much you love.
Passionate kisses and painful goodbyes.
All the fights and scuffles and the pain in ass that you are,
Now you are somewhere else and it rips my heart. But then i believe.
I will see you soon.
You know no one will own your sadness, may be a few or may be none.
Count me in though. Then tell me everything.
Tell me what keeps you up at nights?
Tell me your scariest nightmares.
Tell me what calms those demons?
Let me watch you sleep in my arms.
Just let me.
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I always thought that there was something romantic about fighting for someone,
About winning them back,
That eventual happiness.
But as i sit here with stones in my chest,
Where hope used to lie,
I have come to realise that there is nothing lovely about having to continuously convince someone to love you.
I have seen not very good times.
These are bad.
And may be someday i will have worse.
These times remind me who i am.
You can give your back to whosoever you want,
but never expect anyone's back when you are in need.
Dependence is evil.
Never let it kill you.
I read 2 of your letters. And saw your photograph.
I wish I could control the urge to write to you.
Me? A wanderer in this new land.
It is a sign of life, lovely one, in the bigger picture.
The brokenness, the pain, the changes.
Your heart has grown too big for the walls you once put around it.
This is the passage of your blossoming.
The tremors and the crumbling are sacred.
On their backs they carry your freedom.
It is so close now..
So i stopped rejecting her.
The girl that made all the mistakes.
The one headed for a huge and shattering fall.
The girl who should have known better.
The girl who hardly knew anything but pretended to the world that she knew it all.
And instead of being so cold to her, and feeling so ashamed, i chose to love her, understand her,
And see... At heart, she was never a monster;
She was just troubled, lost and too scared to admit that she was broken.
Back then she was simple me!!
"You", he said, "are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world, and that, i believe, is why you are in so much pain."
In between Laughter, music, and gossips,
"I think i am in love", she said to herself.
You have to find that place,
That brings out the human in you,
The soul in you, the love in you.
Remember this and remember well.
It is, after all, a lonely world.
A world where two people can share the same heart, but there will always be something missing.
The saddest of the sad is, how eventually, we as humans outgrow the things we love, and all we could do is remember how they once made us feel..
Not the love you leave behind,
or the things you take with you in death.
not their terror
or the things they want you to see.
Not the way the lonely live,
quiet and sad.
Not the things that make us angry,
or the things that make us happy.
not the art or the way it flows.
not the slow hours
or those last seconds that kill.
Nothing made out of nothing.
But one thing is important.
One thing does matter,
The way you see yourself.
The way you believe.
The way you make others believe.
All else changes.
All else goes on...
They tell us,
How to live.
What to love.
What to learn.
What to eat.
what to fight for,
and what to think.
They tell us all these things,
and then they wonder,
why some of us lose it
and why some of us go mad.
She was not a hopeless romantic,
Waiting for a million butterflies to flutter in her heart.
She was not seeking constant attention. She was seeking someone, who would have understood the chaos in her heart.
She wanted to go to sleep with ease, thinking her law belongs to right person. She wanted to wake up knowing someone will hold her, everytime she is melting down.
She just wanted someone to love honestly and be completely vulnerable;
She wanted someone to love her naked soul.