She is lost in his eyes. Though, it is just a picture and today she will see him at last, yet she can’t help being mesmerized each time she looks at his face and thinks of his sweet way of talking. This is the time when all her fantasies will be tested.
O heart! keep your anxieties abate
good things come to those who wait.
Throw away all the worries and hate
and hold on for what the future will await.
It aches to stay away from you. You are still a thought, but now with an essence. It aches to think that I will not think of you. It aches to wipe off all the possibilities from my mind— the fights, the resolutions, all the hugs and warmth—everything. It aches to believe that you will always remain just a thought.
“It’s over. Why can’t you understand? I don’t love you anymore. Stop bothering me and go away. Leave.” He shouted at the extremes of his lungs.
Home—a place we belong to. Where our families stay and belong to. Our ancestors, basically. Also, a place where the people who live there are connected with us. A place where we return after the worldly affairs tire us.
I am happy. They went from my life and made me sad temporarily. But now, again, after I found myself forever, I am happy. I am happy because my happiness lies within me. Also, because I got the opportunity to spend some good and memorable moments in my life to look back at. Self-love makes me happy. The realisation that I have the capacity to make me and everyone around me smile makes me happy.
They cheat, you are hurt. They apologize but that doesn’t make it hurt any less. It hurts because it breaks and when something breaks, it hurts. It hurts because you have to detach a part of you and maybe, bid it a final goodbye. A part of you dies but the remaining survives. When someone tries to, intentionally or unintentionally, reignite that dead passion, it hurts because as Amy Denver told Sethe, ‘Anything dead coming back to life hurts.’
You are unbelievably beautiful. This is peculiar than it should have been. In intervals and after breaks, I find myself logging in and surfing your social profiles to look at your pictures. When they can’t convince me of your existence (I don’t know it as I haven’t met you yet), I keep examining your movements in your videos on those sites, playing them on loop. Please don’t get offended. I don’t do it on purpose and this is not the only thing I have got to do in my whole day. Whenever my mind is free, even for a snap of moment, from the daily routine of my college and the concerns related to my studies and career, it wanders off to thoughts about you.
The people who meet me after a while in my life almost always remark that ”you’ve changed a lot.” The elders usually refer the growth to my physical aspects such as height and build while those cotaneous find my speech to be filled with more maturity and understanding.
Something draws me closer
to you, and it becomes stranger
for me to acknowledge this fact
as I haven’t even met you yet.