I should give up
This is what you think
But let all of it resolve
And inside it should sink
I should give up
This is what you think
But let all of it resolve
And inside it should sink
Butterflies in their stomachs,
Cheeks gleamed in pink hue
Lips played the game of seal and unlock
To share a bit of their life’s rue.
And they met. Not under the stars but within the arena of the nearby café. This was the first time they were meeting on a date after their wedding. He was very excited to meet his wife for the first time. And there she was, in her red gown. The clothes and her smile alone were her accessories.
The dawn falls down
My soul ventures on its hunt
It’s lost in its yearning essence
Wondering of forever peace
And there are days when I cry,
And I don’t even know why,
I crave you to be beside me,
and in your laps, my head will lie.
You, I must say, are a beauty. I won’t hold my emotions back this time. I don’t care however people may judge me for being this explicit about my feelings. I haven’t met you, but you have become a friend. Before you, after my breakup, whoever I talked to, even my old male friends, seemed to me as deceptive as my ex boyfriend, with a hidden malicious intent somewhere in their hearts, some selfishness. After 6 months, now that feeling has started to fade away and believe it or not, it’s because of you.
Everyone says I am complicated, undecipherable. My friends stare at me in wonder as I speak a lot many times. Even I am trying to unleash myself completely, and here’s what I have concluded so far.
Patience, beloved
We’ll surely meet;
The fruit that patience bears
Is always lovely and sweet.