Frozen Love & Ecstasy!!!

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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