It has been so long I haven't cried over a novel. The first and only time I did was when I was reading 'The Kite runner'. Well that does not makes your novel a failure. But perhaps my heart is cruel enough to let my eyes shed a tear. There are novels I've read. There are novels I would be reading. This novel crept in and sat in my heart. A place not every book could reach. A place I did not allow every book to reach. It did though and I am happy it did. Sad after reading the novel. Why does the unexpected have so much power to wound us? When Augustus said 'his thoughts are stars he could not fathom into constellations' I felt that. I felt each word as if I belong somewhere. As if you can make your problems seem less miserable. Beautiful to be precise. When Augustus said 'it would be a privilige to get my heart broken by you Hazel Grace' I wanted to belong somewhere. When Augustus said 'his life is a rollercoaster that only goes up' I wanted to hug him. But only if I could. When I held the novel I knew it is going to be amazing already. I knew it is going to be devastating as well. I wish I could speak so much. I wish my mind could allow my hands to ooze out the pain. I wish I could thank you in person for writing the novel and making me feel all at once after such a long time. I wish thousands of things but 'the world is not a wishgranting factory'.
Apart from this there is someone out there I want to say something to.
Dear Champ, I love you. I really do. And I can't help myself but love you more every other day despite knowing the fact that you don't (perhaps). And I just want you to know that you are loved. I know we will depart someday. I know everything will end. Our relation, this world, the planet we are living in and everything. I know we are just two non existant creature on the cosmic scale. But I want to be my best in the little space and time I am blessed with. I know we will just remain the shadows of past in our future but I want my present to be beautiful. I can't allow my future to hold so much power as to control my present. I can't allow my future to snatch this smile from my present. The future is a phase and so is now. I know there are complications (way too many) that won't let us remain 'us'. I know that forever is a lie. And despite all this the only thing I am certain of is I love you. And nothing can change this fact. And living without you is a luxury I can not afford. And I can not afford to see a future with you not by my side. I don't know if all this matters to you but I just can't let this feeling triumph over my desire to speak the truth aloud to you. I love you. If forever is not a lie. I love you forever Champ.
. A drop of drizzle dances on the music of thunders. Falls quitely over the marmoris ocean, deeply absorbing the sediments of benthic sea. The yellow speck at the centre of ocean stares the pri- stine blue sky. The raindrops bou- nce back to another world after reflecting. The amaranthine sky is melting, quenching the thirst of earth and soil. Perfuming the pink and white bloss- oms.
Reviving the scars by the fa- lling rain Drop- lets Reminising the old era. The float- ing Boats in the muddy water that Hides Seve- ral wis- hes of pure he- arts.
The handprints made by the drops on the diaphanous glass effacing those imp- urities. Ripples incarn- ate the circular droplets to the rhythmic rhapso- dies.
The gentle fog invades along with the petrich- or. The sand mixed with natural elixir and the won- drous sun gives life to those dorm- ant seeds.
The lightn- ing acco- mpany the rain to glisten its trail to another new wor- ld. The thu- nders peeping from the clouds shake the hard cumbe- rs to purify the lon- g tracks adoring them w ith the serene, silvery dew.
I don't exist. I don't exist in their minds I don't exist in thier hearts They use me only for thier purpose They are absolutely doing flirt with me.
I don't exist. I don't think twice when I love I don't think twice when I choose something good I don't think twice when I care about people Still they kick me hard as football Still they hate me, push me away from the hall.
If God made me then he would has a purpose I lf God chased me then he would has something perfect If God respect me then Why they don't understand me Why they disrespect me? Why they are so disgust to me?
I have choices, I have some plans I have my mind, I have my games I have to be a good human like others are I have to be a great master like Gibran are.
Don't treat me small coz I've a different perspective Don't treat me small coz I've my own talents I exist, I exist and do respect me dear Teach me, tell me, read me coz I'm a story Spread my postivity and make me for others glory.
I don't exist. It is a myth, it is a lie I exist in god's heart, in god's mind That's my real identity.
Yet again here I am for the second time; owning the credits of both the ingredients that garnish a write-up !! A bird in hand is worth two in a bush.. But I already have 2 in hands *If you know what that means.* #Mirakee_Front_cum_BackCoverCreator