So I decided to write a story today.. Story of my life.. So let's write about the love of my life... Wait... The one which was never complete; The one where always one suffered, Nah!! Leave... So let's write about the friends I had Wait... One who never stayed?? Naah!! So let's write about the promises made Wait....promises?? Or the beautiful lies?? Let's write 'bout the kites Always bind Nah!! So what is it girl you are willing to write?? Come let's write 'bout those times.. When I cried most for the friends And only then when had I suffered the most... Of the time when I craved for the love And only then when had I seen It drifting away.. Of those eyes who attracted the most The same who has shown How the game of deceit's being played... Of the hypocrites With that charming smile, Of the ugliness Behind the beautiful beast, Of those flattery words Dipped in lies, Of the promises Made to try, Of people who wiped tears And taught to cry, Of people who laughed at my success And criticised at my fall, Of the hypocrisy behind 'hey girl forever smile'...
When I was broken My soul was smashed heart was fragmented into hundred one pieces by some untruths by some crushed cum ruptured dreams by some concocted own expectations I got hurt by those ghastly bruises by those lesions black coloured wilted stains on the backbone of mine those cuts inside the so-called heart terrific blemishes inside the pneuma, And I was not "me"
And then She came into my life as an elegant angel I was lost in myself, but she found me from me She cleansed those scars by some tumeric salves Replenished a fresh spirit Refilled some palpable fantasies in my stray heart Unburdened those cargos from the horrid pneuma and taught me to love myself more and more I douched in the fragrance of her verses Her enchanting tunes of love made me alive again.
But who was she ? I think //in the world of monsters, she was not only an angel but also a goddess for me//
But still dear, I am not able to define her and still they are asking me "Who was she ?"
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1- // Nobody told me that how long it takes to get over someone , you loved so ardently. //
Greet my smile and I'll make you happy but if you kept watching you will sink into my mind . My thoughts like a hovering dawn mist befallen after a summer storm , surround you all in. It's amazing what we're capable of when in love , Soul re-settings to thoughts rearranging.
2- // Nobody told me that we poets are made of misery and in order to remind others their humanity , we gulp it all up. //
We always say have a look around and let gratitude be your guide while we write and die , People live. We suffocate , they breathe .
3- // Nobody told me that we are mere words , hanging on the wall's of others like trophies . //
Our words like a warm coffee in the winters protect and comfort others in grief. We inspire others to create masses and bury pieces of ourselves in the palms of everyone who leaves .
Yeah, the day I'll cherish forever, those unforgettable golden moments with you that I can never forget. That day, you were on your way home (via train) from the hostel for your winter vacations. And remember, I had boarded the train a few stations prior to mine so that I could spend some more time with you?
I still remember the outfit you wore that day – a white top with cold shoulders, denim jeans, and a silvery flat sandal. Man..!! That look, that damn look caught my sight and I couldn't even take my eyes off you.
You had also brought my fav chips for me and I had brought your fav dark chocolate. Do you even remember that? Well, I do.
The happiness of meeting each other after an exact gestation period of 151 days was clearly visible on our faces.
Long distance wasn't easy, I must say..!! With you sitting in front of me after so long and adding to it our constant blabbers, I lost track of time and the 1.5 hr long journey felt just like 15 mins.
Coincidentally, your station was the last stop for the train and that left us two all alone in the whole compartment.
As the train was retarded, almost about to reach its last stop, I stood up to bring down our luggage. You stood up too. Remember that?
The smell of your hair, my favorite intoxication as it still is, turned me on a bit. I had marked your eyes staring at my lips but I chose to remain quiet. You moved your face closer to mine and I stood there, completely frozen. The milky white face, reddened blushing cheeks, brown hypnotic eyes and the strawberry scented lip gloss on those pink lips added to it.
You leaned forward and a bit higher on your toes, the chocolate stained lips of yours and the spicy chip stained lips of mine met. We kissed, long, deep and passionate. The train stopped, we didn't.
Now, it's already been more than a couple of years. You're holding someone else's hands and I'm still holding on to 'our' memories.