It felt like a daydream to me,when I met him. I was laying in this vicious world with my countable days,when he happened to me. I have always counted my days. With or without people I don't know. But I keep on counting. But after meeting him , I lost my usual count of days. Infact, I dropped counting days after him. It seems surreal with him. He ignited that lost fire in my heart that I've abandoned ages back. He made me a newer version of me. No,he didn't made me perfect, but restored the sadism with charm and pragmatism. It all happened after meeting him , knowing him ,or more precisely speaking , loving him. His presence made me euphoric and I began to live the moments with him. He is a fireball of different emotions and agony. Both in appropriate composition, making him beautiful and more beautiful.He settled in my life like he was the only one meant for it. No efforts were made and he got into my montage life breaking all monotony. He calms every qualms of mine by one generous smile. It was all magical for me , loving him, kissing him , hugging him, holding him. It was all serene and solemn. But as you all say, the existence of things make you happy and realise that precious things end someday. Maybe, he will not as his love has crept somewhere deep in my heart's crevices. It will just inhale with me and die oneday with me. We connect somewhere parallely to hear each other's helplessness and mediocrity of our love life. Despite, we both have different methods to connect. Mine is writing and his - the arrogance and rudeness.
Pain rested on my windows. Sorrows on my walls.
An uncertain tomorrow stood beneath my feet and the ceiling was about to fall any moment just like my hope.
The world outside was another trap and I couldn't get entangled any less.
I don't know which was heavier. A head full of thoughts, heart full of emotions, shoulders full of responsibilities or the feet that still had to walk carrying all of these.
I felt like crying. The tears were waiting on the cliff and I had to decide if I could let them flow. And I decided to let it stream down to let them know that I was fighting this battle for a long time.
Why are you this fragile? Is weeping and lamenting your only language? You can't do anything if you are this weak. You can't ask for sympathy. But then you are a woman after all ( the delicate creation)
You don't have the right to shed a tear. You are known only for your strength. How can you show this side to people? You will become less of a man. Shut it inside even if its destroying you because you are a man ( the human robots)
Both of them did cry their heart out inside that dark room and they were happy they didn't find their pillows wet with tears that night.
Because this is what they know now.
Its better to cry in your dreams than in the real world because there are consequences when you show your emotions in the daylight. No matter who you are.