I hope you are well my dear friend. If you may ask the same, I am feeling utmost pleasure at present too. Thinking about whom I should say about what I have felt, there is no one more perfect than you. It’s about my secret admirer. Yes, there is something about him I can’t quite put my hand on but I am pretty sure he had fallen hard for me. On different occasions, he had proven his feelings for me obscuring his actions from others but it has caught my eyes recently. Putting together the pieces of the puzzle, there is no other answer more suitable than what I would say ‘Love’. Heard of the fact that people go miles for Love and turns out it is in fact the truth.
Oh! I forgot to tell you, my school pals decided on a soiree, yes, I am enthralled about meeting them. Enthused about sharing with them the stories about the past years we were separated. But one thing that matters to me is him again. I am sure if this rendezvous we are planning comes into his knowledge, through thick and thin he would try to bring his presence there, for he can have a sight of me. When we were all together in the past, I remember the smile, stare and glances he showered secretly at me, hidden from others.
Only if he knew.
He just couldn’t keep his eyes off me I would say though normally these kinds of doings cause vexation but the truth is I have grown to like the way he looks at me, the warmth of his affection could be felt just from his stare.And I am perplexed by the muse about the wonders his mere touch or his lips could do.
The thought of him excites me yet petrifies me because I still can’t accept the one fact Diary, the one fact that I have fallen for him too.
“For better or for worse”
“I am letting you go”.
Bracing myself, I grasped his hand in fear.
He clasped me tight in his arms, embracing me with love.
The tree in the campus felt more welcoming. Sitting alone I began to play with my feet.
“I don’t care anymore”, I maundered.
“Me too”, a voice replied.
“I don’t care about my looks”.
“Even I don’t”.
“I don’t care about my faults”.
“That too also”.
“I don’t care about my flaws”.
“Ohh yes of course”.
“Excuse me, stop mocking me”, I retorted.
I stopped looking down at my feet and steered my eyes to the voice. He was staring right into my eyes.
“I only care about you, your eyes and your smile. “
Standing in the place where the alley once stood, he reminisced their first kiss. “I miss you”, he etched on a brick in the debris. It’s been 8 years. One night had changed his life. Shattered everything. But the debris remained. He threw the rock and walked away in grief. The rock fell near something that shimmered in the scorching sun. It was a promise ring.
Loneliness was something everyone gifted me.
The gift which I dreaded the most.
I used to lament a lot.
But it turns out it is a gift not everyone can get.
I discern now it is the path to silence.
And silence is the language of the Souls.
I am ecstatic realising myself after all.
Don’t seek what you don’t have instead see what you still have. Be grateful because you are blessed.
His arms were cold,
but his heart still warm.
The mother truly felt the beats
even though he was still born.
The moment I returned to my true home,
I started to gradually fade from the memories of my loved ones who had accompanied me from birth to death,
strangers never knew of my existence and my kith and kin began to forget about the fact I even existed once.
I was completely erased from this world of unending miseries the moment the ones who gave me birth took their leave just like me excluding the fact that I had an unexpected early departure.
Before it all gets evanesced, for the one last time, as I glance back at the journey of my life through the memories I had made there, it was unforgettable and excruciating, yet quite beautiful and divine.
“I have learned many lessons, I hope to learn more”, says my soul, as it embarks on the journeys of life with many disguises.
“Hey it’s a full moon tonight, remember what we promised”
“Yes, love, how can I forget”
The full moon shone brighter than ever, he sent her a voice message, and she replied with the same, they both looked up the sky, fervently glaring at the moon, they played the message- ‘I love you’.
“Grandpa, how many times have you fallen in love?”
“A number of times you can’t even count for kid.”
“Really! and did grandma knew about this?.”
The boy was left without an answer but a simper.
‘Yes ’cause she was the only one I have fallen for’, he pondered while glowing at her picture.
This world is more than just what you see, take a moment to seek the essence of real love and you will attain utter blissfulness,
“I dedicate this piece to all the women out there, be proud to be you, Happy Women’s Day.“
When she was born
she was accused of being a girl
When she blossomed
she became the attraction
When her beauty rose
she became a prey for predators
When she greyed
she was ostracized.
Everyone forgot the fact that Once
she was a daughter
she was a sister
she was a mother
And the fact that
she was the incarnation of