On those early hours of morning,
when I awake half sleepy,
where blanket can't help me from the cold
and again his thought haunts me ...
and moreover, his love haunts me like a painful dream,
tears roll down like that shine like sharp piercing crystals of memories
in the early rays of sun. I am trying another day to forget those moments.
still... again and again.. his memories rushes in.. know y?
coz it is love.. in all true sense..
but intense love often hurts.. first it gives everything. later it retain nothing for us. It makes us to know each other to keep us far way. It shower dreams to shatter it later. It fills hopes in eyes to replace it with tears then.
When I had looked up at the sky before, I could see only romantic blue and feel the cool breeze.Nor did I notice those dark clouds. Nor did I expect that the breeze would turn into hurricanes. When I saw those twinkling stars, never did I notice that it was dark around like how the sky never was nor did I expect that I would be left in darkness one day, like how I failed to notice those thorns in roses.We only see the beauty in everything when we are in love, we know the darker side in fact but we dont care for it purposly.
I did love red rose once, so were those red rose which accompanied divine love but as I told before all the beautiful things pain me with his memories. I started avoiding those beautiful things like how my life lost it charm when he went away. I plead , I begged.. but my words are of no value now. It magnified my emotions once. But a million words couldnt bring him back. I know as I tried infinite times. my words worth nothing when the one who loved it once cares it no more. even a billion listners cannot compensate for that single listner.
Is it better to hate than love?(sometimes I doubt)- we hardly moist our eyes for one whom we hate but tear rolls out for love! An enemy ofcourse understand our hatred and hate us more than we hate them but a love fails to give back even a drop of love we gave... But still my dear, tears shed in love worth lot more than those empty plastic smiles devoid of love.
Sometimes I feel we shouldnt love some until we get them forever( quite bizzare). Why should we fetch our heart with despair and eyes with tears in those fond memories? Why should those tender dewdrops and cool breeze pain us in deep? Why should those rainy days make us feel all alone? Why should we hate to look up at the stars and roses? Why shoud we make ourselves hate all those beautiful thing once longed to be in the sight always? Yet, to be in love and to be loved, can give a bouquet of lovely memories that lingers it fragrance forever.
