Seeking Life from Life, and unfolding a new page every moment and with every page comes wisdom, grace, love happiness and pain. The language of heart. Enriched with feelings and coined with words from a Seekers' heart.
Every heart has its own story,
some are blessed with happy ending, some feels immense pain of ugly vague
ending, while rests have never ending story. For some love quenches their
heart, while others content with parched heart. Some souls are bestowed with
eternal bliss of being coalesced, while other gets goodbye kiss. Some get red
roses on every Valentine’s Day, while some just craves when will love knock at
their heart?
She was standing near the window,
when he entered and clasped her. She could feel his breath caressing her neck.
She was clutched in his arms and he was clutched in her memories. She could
feel the warmth of his fingers when he tickles her body. She could feel the
stiffness, the heaviness of his heart when he was near her. The way he kissed
her hand, the way he freeze her lips. He didn’t even peep into her eyes though
felt her tears with great ease. As she turned and tried to step away so as to
conceal her tears from him, he resisted and kissed her melting tears. She knew
that he can never ever bear a tear rolling down from her eyes. And this pain
was killing him, because the reason for the same he gifted. When he sleeps, she
sat next to him caressing him, ruffling his hair. The ambience of the room has
dim light, the orchids were no more spreading their fragrance, and they have
become all dried. Silence was the only abstract emotion screaming its presence.
Not a word he said, not a word she heard. The moonlit was not affable; the window
panes since long have not been plash by tiny raindrops.
His quixotic behaviour, his
insensitivity, his numbness, and the frost in his emotions were killing her,
wounding her already shattered soul, tearing into pieces her dried dead heart.
The more she tries to cover the bridge, the more it get widens. The more she
talks, the more he adores silence. No dialogues, just monologue. Even the
painting hanging on the wall says its story, but he just embraces silence. He
smothered his feelings, he always knew how much his ignorance, his neglect ion
has hurt her, pierced her heart.
But there is a chemistry that
works between her talks and his silence. This is the dynamics on which love
works. Love has its own magic. The vibes she gets, he never understands.
Whatever she proposes, he disposes. She dreams of him and chases her dreams. He
chases urban real world. She believes in simplicity, he is blind towards it.
She sings love songs; he is busy in dancing with work around. She cooks just
for him, but he is busy only to taste the modern material, social world. She
wants to look beautiful in his eyes, but he adores the fake plastic beauty,
those eyes have no place for her. Nevertheless, she has surrendered her heart
that beats for him. He is treasured there.
Stolen moments, precious
memories, proximity, coziness, fragrance, smiles and blushes, a soft, sparking
touch, nebulous emotions, those moments of happiness, of hope, of
belongingness, those intense longings, those crispy fights, those sessions of
wooing each other, those moments of when one lingers for hours, for someone,
for someone’s call, messages, mails. One chocolate, one ice-cream, one sip from
beloved’s coffee mug, strolling in the moon light, those long walks with
interweaved fingers, late night talks, those pillow fights, hunger strikes,
snatching each other sandwich, those long drives and getting wet with heavenly
rains, those snowy pecks on the cheeks, those care and affection, a sudden
moment of joy and a day full of pain. Casket of love always comes with mixed
smokes of emotions, utterly sublime feelings. The same heart that throbs
sometimes skips to beat, the eyes that sometimes store anger, fury, melts at
another moment. The heart that sometimes seems insensitive is actually the most
caring one. That’s the Beauty of Love.
She was sitting on the stairs,
staring at unknown horizon. Suddenly the phone rang making her realized that
she was lost in dreaming about him. He was no more near her. But whenever she
sits with folded arms, he is in them, clutched in her memories. Reminiscence of
her last conversation with him…..
He – “I Love You, promise me, you
will never ever leave me alone”.
She – “I promise, I will not, but
promise me you will never kiss the cigarette”.
When love strokes your heart, cuddle
with your soul, life becomes beautiful, love solaces you, soothes you. Apart
from that, it makes you human. In spite of the pains and agony, it is
worthwhile to fall in love, at least to taste the life. This is the best
promise one can offer and the best gift one can receive.
Love has so much to offer, it’s
just that how much are you ready to absorb….Its time to fall in love as this
season is ready to offer you All love
with open arms.
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