Sometimes you don't say love you.. but you do.. You may say you don't care.. but inside you know how deep your love is.. This hidden truth behind every lies got to be recognized as a lie by your love. If not.. if he believe your lies and ignore your truths, I don't know what love is.. It's like his love is the biggest and loyal and truthful. A perfect partner will know what lies are and what truths are.. and moreover he knows what you are and who you are to him.. So.. proving your love to one who proves his love is big..is of no use.. explaining the things may end up in argument.. Your feelings are just an unwiped tears.. that flows till the deepest..
My mind convinced that I can be without you. My nerves didn't lose its flexibility. My heart didn't stop beating. My lips smiled. I was doomed by anger.
My anger consumed me wholly, which made me to ignore your talks for a while. My ego got hung up and refused to melt from the summit of arrogance. My conscience believed that I did nothing wrong.
" Why should I always be the one to apologize? ". That's the time I realized ego leaves no one. It was like a crown that rules the mind. After a while, everything which consumed me perished slowly.
I returned to my conscious, I became the real me again, the one who never gives up on anyone at any moment. I realized it was not over. Furthermore, I couldn't accept the reality without you. My nerves got numb, unable to think other than you.
The silence between my lips, though stretched, is now chanting your name. For my every smile, my tears welled up in remembrance of you.
My heart started to ache like it was the end. But my inner voice kept echoing, "I still love you.."
I wish you won't turn me down, for already I'm alleviating the pain. Just let me hug you with my heart and knit you with my skin.
Love became toxic. The love which binded you together is now repelling like the similar nodes of the magnet. Even when you try to come closer, the ego, anger, and hatred repels you from your love. The love which made you to fly high without wings, the love which kindled your inner veins to tickle, the love which was fully contained by your heart, has become a diesease that is consuming you. The love which meant to be your world, has become a nightmare that haunts you forever till you give up. The love which gave you an ineffable happiness, yet brought an indelible scar on your soul. Your life got a meaning and purpose cause of the love, but the love belongs to you no more. Did you ask the cupid to aim at you? When without asking a good happens, why it's not permanent? Why it has always a question mark at the end? Why does love becomes a past and painful memories? What makes two persons to stay? The commitment ? Or the promise? Or the love which warmed your heart? There's no difference in breaking up and being together with hatred because the love which you gave birth got buried into the coffins of your dead soul. Whatever the life gives you, it's hard to stick around in hatred than to let go with love. No matter how your love is, you cannot forget that easily. You may feel like inhaling poison, but the fruits of happiness that you tasted will be unforgettable. Your inner heart knows how good your love is. You know it's hard to live with them, yet you cannot live without them. So, you choose to be with them, a desired life. And the peace comes along your way with love.
Hope is an orange tint of sunset glistening from my mothers womb to induce saffron pastels of etiquettes on the canvas of my rogue heart, hope is an ochreous sunshine raging from the eyes of sunkissed martyr, painting yellow morales on the patches of my vigilant art.
Hope is the colour of peace, some days as blue as sky while other days as white as moon liberating conflicts by sketching silent wars of tranquility, it's the crimson hue of love entwining millions of stars together to stitch tinges of our nations unity in diversity.
Hope is a filtered mosaic of stained poems covering waves of thoughts to embellish the shores of a poetic existence, it's a rainbow blooming inside my sky-less soul to wrap sorrows and agony with the sheets of joyous and gracious ambience. ~Purva