I've got to a point where my realization becoming decay of 'you'll change" fruit. Dreaming, you changed for me, always became a nightmare haunting in the daylight too. But still, I've loved you and still love you. And I hate this, even though the truth is still hitting me like a beautiful meteorite. I've given you my everything and I still wish you didn't meet me. Been years. My thoughts of you became like semi-dried leaves. Breaking my heart into pieces as well as holding onto our past.

I had this notion you might be right there when I turn around. And there you are already looking at me. My insides cried out. Screaming a loud. Gasped instantly. My breathe got choked. I turned back in return. Biting my lips, I suppressed my smile.

Despite the dark future coming up, I forsee my future that is, a way peaceful behind the blinds. Not expecting but hoping right there. Swindling my own thoughts, I crave the longest path to the eternity that includes you.

I didn't know these feelings until someone had the same as me.
I didn't know that I was this sentimental until I saw someone being practical.
I didn't feel the burden on myself until I saw someone hurting.
I didn't feel sorry for myself until I understood when someone couldn't forgive themselves.
I didn't feel miserable until I saw someone being ignored by.
I didn't feel this temporary until I knew we can't be permanent.
I didn't know how much I loved you until someone like you broke my heart with silence.

The longing she wanted, the togetherness he wanted and both their dreams came true at a mere graveyard.

Yet there are some pieces left behind. He uprooted my feelings at the very beginning, leaving the pain that lingers. Here I'm coping to get close to him and trying to reconcile. No signs of affection. But I can neither leave nor stay. I'm bashed out by experiencing the same pain physically but not mentally. I love him devastedly. He ruined my little things whilst I gave him the power to take my everything. He claimed my property but not my heart. Our marriage went beautifully disastrous.

Things will never be the same as today.
You might be grieving for the loss. On this same day, the next year, you might be proud of yourself.
You might be expecting from your partner while you are dwelling in sorrow, that they might change. On this same day, the next year, your partner might be spending the time with you somewhere in the park.
You might be expecting someone to walk away from your life. On this same day, next year, you might be lying in their lap, talking all the nonsense they've never heard of.
You might be frightening that your son leaves you in future. On this same day, the next year, he might buy a new house for the whole family.
You might be flirting with someone that you like. On this same day, the next year, they don't even bother to remember you.
You might be be tired of trying for what you have been trying to acheive. On this same day, the next year, you might be in greater position than expected.
Things will never be in our own hands. Just rest your shoulder on god's trust.

Your touch flickered like a butterfly wing.
As wide as an ocean current.
As light as feather.
As smooth as the cool breeze.
As steady as the nature.
As acoustic as a bird song.
As flawless as the fire.
Floating in my eyes like the eyefloaters in the sky.

For once, wanted to touch your hand.
To feel how it is to melt into one's soul.
To feel the bliss having the idea of touching someone I like.
To feel the real you, instead of the dream.
To feel your eyes lingering on me.
To feel the butterfly flow once more but with a real new experience.

You know what, I love you but I don't know you.
Don't know how you react to things,
don't know how you perceive things,
don't know how angry you will be,
don't know how you stabilize,
don't know your beliefs
and lastly I don't know how far I can go for you.
All I know is to love you unconditionally.

Her POV:  I wanted him to ask me if something had happened when he saw me crying. But he remained silent.

His POV: I wanted her to explain when she feels comfortable, otherwise I wanted her to erase those thoughts from her mind and make it easier.

She didn't explain. He didn't ask.
Somewhere, their friendship flew away.

When it is something that you can finally get for me, then it is the last thing that I want it.

As I am present here, captivating the vision of your eyes that are drowned in the ocean of emotions.
Seeking your hearthrob, my heart began to untangle from the roots, making the space for the bridge that is going to pierce into two.
I curse the moments sowed in this present which are trying to make a path that makes you sorrow hurt you worse.
Not to mention, I found you cute when you were so confused.
I waited for the moment to dry up the ocean and finally to look for your eyes that find mine.
The sudden readjustment in your pupil took my breath away.
My insides celebrated with fireworks but in the same way, it's been a firebomb disaster when you looked away.
I am definitely going to miss these moments that speak about "us," because my short journey is going to end and it is time to get down from this bus.
The only thing I can do for you is to tell
you to be happy by making a 90° angle by
the thumb and index finger and bring it
back down behind my smiling lips.
I think my heart reached the target as there is that sudden cute expression of confusion that spreaded across your face.
As a stamp of your memory, my eyes were gifted with the corner-lifting of your
lips when you confirmed that I am out of your sight.
And that's an end of our moment, your memory, you in my life engraved in my heart.

Just like the night neon stars in my bedroom, your memories stood in my life. Light in the night, dark in the day.

I took a seat on your side.
The breeze has made a virtue for grazing you, and I'm a sin that is being wasted, yet I feel I'm eternal.
Your hair lengths piercing my sleepy eyes giving away your scent.
Watching your eyelashes flap open and close ignites my heart.
My body beneath feels divine for the minute your arm grazes mine.
This road feels like an aisle welcoming you and me.
The dome shaped forms a flowery path protecting us.
Echoes of the people surrounded sing the wedding song.
The rain began to patter blessing us on the behalf of god.

It is hard not to feel your presence.
I need your vibe to fulfill my heart.
I always wanted to play with you by my actions where you always reply me with your half sentence.
But I can't wait to listen in your words.
I even can't have a conversation without biting my lip to cover my smile.

You are only the needle that pricked my heart. But I'll never let you know the swords that were being inside me. Still holding them.

Yeah. I know something is dragging me to you.
It's not just your features, not your handsomeness, not your naughtiness.
It's the pain you've been facing.
The pain is dragging me to you.
The pain I am aware of.
The pain that took me myself.
The pain from the past.
The pain which might also drag into my future.
The pain that I have fought with.

I don't need to be consoled but only concerned.

Somehow got in a causal talk to hide my nervousness, wanted to speak and cut off the silence in this very dark kissed sun that is going to rise, beneath the heat of the ground and the sea waves, finally breaking, "Heard that the line that separates the day and night is called as terminator line also, the grey line."
She chuckles, "Wow, that's knowledgeable and why so specific now?" still kept her eyes closed, feeling the breeze by touching the sand that we are lying on. I knew that I needed to say this before I could leave this opportunity and I immediately pushed my adrenaline to it ,"Now open your eyes to your mid-length and watch what you see."
She gasps in and for seconds she does it .Watch.
I can see the shine that seeps into her eyes, glistening the sunlight rising up the huge orange ball of heat and I finally spoke, "And it's my long time wish that I should experience this with you and here we are."
She was in shock for a couple of seconds and she began to readjust herself for a few seconds. I wanted to give her the happiness she deserves. She needs reassurance. Not only from me, but also from and for herself.
"I wanted you to cross that line for yourself and believe that ,You deserve to see the light that you are afraid to see without any hesitation thinking that it might burn you from the deep. YOU deserve the light that helps you grow stronger". I paused for a moment and spoke again "You also deserve the night that looks beautiful under this only line." She is paralyzed for a sec and I continued, "Since promises don't work for me, I can't promise you...." she shut her teary eyes and opened immediately when I began to complete the sentence. "But I can assure you that I'll be right there for you from now on no matter what." She threw her arms around me, completely feeling the shield around my military uniform. The eyes spoke, shedding the tears, for the first 2 years. For me. For her. For her future that is going to be incredible that I'm looking forward to.

His nerves in eyes are constricted making them the red sea, eyeing everything that is happening to her. Not much liked to invovled in the situations, as well not much liked to isolate her with the heart wreaking moments, both reluctant to stay and reluctant to leave.
Still he cares about her but trying to make an artificial "don't bother" program work.

Everyone were just designed to their life. It's that one person needing to hold on to someone, being afraid but just expecting the love they needed and wanted which they already know they can't get. It's just someone who want to hold on to the love they believed to be deserved they are not coward or anything. It's just their limbs where cut off due to the past haunting them even in the present not even able to know how to get rid of it, making it pierce their life. Don't just take them that easy.

In the beginning, I thought my feelings were over. But when I spoke to her after few days, partially....somewhere I came to know that it's just a period of time that kept her away from me. I still experience the every ounce of second of moments that kept crawling into my heart and mind. She's still every where, where I kept being busy-bee.
I lost my feelings. Now, she held them.
I lost my trust. Now, she held it.
Somewhere, we were in love.

A boy said :
Only my phone keyboard knows the msgs I backspaced.
A man said :
Only my heart knows the feelings I backspaced.
And he shattered into tears falling into her dead arms biding farewell.

We never know what comes next.
Maybe Three gerberas waiting for you either to meet you at your favorite place or at your grave.

Sometimes you can't disagree something and you can't agree with something in case of your loved ones. You can't disagree with them because they said that they have other people making them happy so that they want us to believe that they are happy there. You can't agree with them because once upon a time  you were the only one in that place making them happy and that, makes you feel miserable.

I might sound selfish but, It's not about having the most opinions; I just want to be the only one that matters to you.

I realized myself staring at you. I, myself, liked the way I used admire you. I liked the way that I used to outline your features with my eyes even you are not aware how beautiful you are in your own way. I didn't know until, when I read in the novels that features can be mattered too. My eyes used to be glistening worried about our future. Apart. I hoped those moments would be cherished forever.

He flashed into my life like a torch, flickering with moments of both sweetest and crumpled. Love of the life can't be the one that we should be aware of. What if he was both monstrous and generous? People could call me overcautious. Slipping into my path of thrones could make people taste his bitterness spreading into my entire life. But, no. They don't ever wanna poke his eye because he shields himself with his artificial "gentleman" mask.

I called you.
Got poor connection.
From YOU.

If I'm your gaze, you're my attention.
If I'm your star, you're my obsession.
If I'm your one particular song, you're my whole playlist.
If I'm your glimpse, you're my whole movie.
If I'm your swaraa, you're my sangeetham.
If I'm you're sight, you're my eyes.

I'm hating it again and again. I'm tired of being the third wheel. I'm clearly allowing myself to hurt again and again. I'm not gaining anything from it. Instead losing all my self respect coz I'm the one who approached and I'm the self reason for this hurting. I'm not hating anyone but i hate the situations throwing me into such a path which really doesn't need me. Telling this to anyone doesn't make a difference.
And I don't mean anything to anyone in this path.

Things weren't same as before.
You have really mastered it well in turning one's feelings to numb.
Can't feel the pureness anymore.

We've got our situation to "Those days were ours". Lost my connection with you already but pretending that you are paying attention to me is what scaring me. I'm really not at all ready to express my feelings to you anymore. I'M LITERALLY TIRED. I'm not going to let me be the fool again.

I wonder how you enjoy music.
I wonder how you look like while smiling.
I wonder how you talk at our first encounter.
I wonder how many ways you are searching to seek me.
I wonder what scenarios you are letting go through your mind.
I wonder how many times you think of me.
I wonder how admiring you are.
I wonder how you can carry my gaze with such gentle eyes.

Waiting for you is the least expected thing for me. But right now, that's what I'm doing.
So desperate to let myself soak in your presence filled with heartfelt feelings.
Let your eyes find my eyes deep inside. Let your raw breath be the breath I feel. Let your moustache be the reason for the pain of my philtrum.
Let your soft lips caress my earline.

I think we need to break down at least for once. Would be strange.. But yes, just a matter of fact. It's the only way that you can know your pain and how much you've been through. Better divulge it, rather than letting your pain weigh on others.

At certain points, you'll meet someone who will directly put a shovel into your heart digging all your sorrows. Instead of vacuuming up your sorrows, they will make sure to be well-sowed.

I think love is not only about caring but also letting them face challenges on their ownself believing in their capabilities.

Just aching my heart you being back the same once you used to be.
Feeling so hard that I'm helping myself out from the obviousness.
Strangling between the past imagination and the present reality.
Laying my eyes at distance reminds me of lying to you with my deceiving eyes on you while stepping into the acquaintance of love together.

I think "Weak" has 2 sections
1. Happy weak
2. Sad weak
Happy weak is mentally dedicating yourself to someone and allowing them to get control of yourself.
Sad weak is making a strong disclosure of weakening yourself

Maybe love is not loving their choices for them, but loving their choices more wholeheartedly as it is ours.

Some throwbacks are hard.
Did you leave just like that?
Don't know but just determined to keep that sadness in me just like the love that I had treasured for you.

In my opinion,
Truths are just like atoms.
They can neither be created nor destroyed.
They just happen to be. That's all.

The feelings arousing between us are the chains of currents that are melting into one another with an intensity of pleasure, reaching the peak point of the sea, spreading like the peacock feathers giving a whole view of sea currents in the pattern of flower-petal base surface.

Music is the knot that ties between our imaginations and the person.
Ties may be knotted at your worst and your happiest too.

It's been a long time.
The vibes I had with you, came back hitting my nerves a perfect sync reverberating the same sound I had heard from my heart when I am acquainted to you.
This is making me zone out for hours.
I am not in need of this again.
I want to give myself to me.
The dome of my patience is slowly breaking down.
The insignificant hateness gonna sprout rapidly which I didn't mean to grow in my garden of life.

Each of my eyes are simply veiled in the golden sight of you.

Know how to save an argument, but not how to get saved from an argument.