Part of me wants this breeze to run through deep down my soul and a part of me wants to hide behind the walls. Part of me rolling under the lust of wandering and for a part of me running back to home is all it wants.
A part of me wants to dive to a vast, blue frosty ocean; touch the coldest part, shivering to the soul and a part of me is afraid to be felt drowning all alone.
A Part of me still long for every single touch of yours with all the love instilled, and a part of me wants to turn over the days to ensure we had never met at all.
And I don’t know what I want.
And a night is no more beautiful than dwelled with a mad river surrounded by creaking, swaying trees, extorting, plundering insanity and a rainy lullaby.
I’m cold and sour sometimes; sometimes ostensibly fleecy like snow. Drowning sometimes under the veneer of memories while sometimes swaying over the ocean all alone. Sometimes I run away to defy these hollow conventions and then being pulled back again with my laborious soul.
I am starving severely for love at moments and sometimes crave for not being adored anymore. Sometimes preaching morality is my utmost desire and sometimes I’m cruelest the most.
I am neither good nor bad; I am lost somewhere in between. I am lost somewhere in between.
You always believe, it’s the heart that’s wrongdoer
It’s it that keeps beating and leads you to take a torturous ride?
It’s it that shudders you and keep pinning all the time?
It’s it that reminds you all the bad and carry all the pain.
No, it’s not the heart that’s culprit.
It’s your mind that you’re in battle with!
It’s it that keeps reminding you all and keeps you up at nights.
It’s it that peels off all the wounds and does not let you heal.
It’s it that’s you need to convince, and it’s it that needs to be fixed.
“Why do you write?” Somebody asked her.
“I do write because I cannot just speak, and believe this is the more expressive way to pour out what haunts me.”
“Oh I…” She murmured.
“These are not only words, these are the feelings wrapped into the letters, these are the longings that supplicate to be taken care and these are the traces for him to come and follow me. And I know – One day he would be able to reach it, one day he would get to know, how often & intensely I used to miss him. I write because I want him to feel all I feel, to hear what I never say and to go through all I have in my mind, continuously repeated.”
“I want him to have this all, at least once.”
No I will never say I don’t love you.
Love does not come with packages, it has no specific form either. When I say “I love you” – I mean it. I say it from my heart that you can’t see, I say it from my soul that you can’t feel and I say it from all the desires that have been gathered in me, since long.
It’s you who left the path, it’s you who turned back from the way and it’s you who lacks the courage to stay.
But I will be there, there for you.
I will be there when your heart will be broken and things will not go right. When you will be sitting in the dark bare sky and craving for affection. When you will be turned to a pathetic mess, unrecognizable and would become completely deplorable.
Then, my thunderous Love will come and will swirl around you. It will hold you tight until you feel warm and start melting. It will touch the inner you, and will start filling the echoing, empty, hollow soul of you.
You might have pulled me out of your life,
Wiped out all the traces.
You might believe you put it to an end.
But here’s a new start
You don’t know!
You see new faces,
Your heart is refilled.
An infatuated, helpless, mesmerized heart
Deep, ardent, brined eyes
And you seek for a warmth soul
You search for a new home.
You search for a new me.