When the time has come and it takes its toll on us, when even the distance on which we were once proud of starts to weather away our belief. It's time for us to say "Good Bye!"
I had a belief that I have a heart and my love in it. My mind, body and soul clenched to win over her but now it seems all is just a fading rush of impulse. A niche created within me that echoes not to look back, love is fading away. I look up and see my desires. I never had the chance to live for my dreams, thinking I'm not what I am but meant to grow older and get settled like a petty common Indian man. Now that I've grown up to see a fraction of this little world, a taste of what they call "living," I desire of my life to be much more free of implications and full of aspirations.
A love and lover dreamt of living their long and unpredictable life together. They never thought if they will ever be accepted for what they are, they never expected much. All they did was, besides keeping patience, sit alone and dream of what their future together would be when they get married. They were so contended with their dreams and pictured it so selfishly flawless that when the reality came in, it shook their faith. The lover was injected by venom of helplessness and was shown the bitter truth of his possible future. Unknown of these inexplicable corrosion of her lover's mind, love kept her faith and held her ground. By this time she had grown even more fond of her "lover".
Her lover on the other hand was suffocating, he wanted to keep his promises. The ones he made to his love, a life long commitment. The devil was laughing he kept his oven lit and was ready to throw in his love in it forever. He was desperate, he was helpless, he never thought his feelings could betray him and he found himself doomed into a God forsaken gloom where he can no longer tell his wants or confess his sins. He was now all alone by himself dragging the lifeless carcass of his "love" speaking to her as if she could respond. He expected nothing, he got none but for the time had come and he deceased as if he never did exist.
I had a belief that I have a heart and my love in it. My mind, body and soul clenched to win over her but now it seems all is just a fading rush of impulse. A niche created within me that echoes not to look back, love is fading away. I look up and see my desires. I never had the chance to live for my dreams, thinking I'm not what I am but meant to grow older and get settled like a petty common Indian man. Now that I've grown up to see a fraction of this little world, a taste of what they call "living," I desire of my life to be much more free of implications and full of aspirations.
A love and lover dreamt of living their long and unpredictable life together. They never thought if they will ever be accepted for what they are, they never expected much. All they did was, besides keeping patience, sit alone and dream of what their future together would be when they get married. They were so contended with their dreams and pictured it so selfishly flawless that when the reality came in, it shook their faith. The lover was injected by venom of helplessness and was shown the bitter truth of his possible future. Unknown of these inexplicable corrosion of her lover's mind, love kept her faith and held her ground. By this time she had grown even more fond of her "lover".
Her lover on the other hand was suffocating, he wanted to keep his promises. The ones he made to his love, a life long commitment. The devil was laughing he kept his oven lit and was ready to throw in his love in it forever. He was desperate, he was helpless, he never thought his feelings could betray him and he found himself doomed into a God forsaken gloom where he can no longer tell his wants or confess his sins. He was now all alone by himself dragging the lifeless carcass of his "love" speaking to her as if she could respond. He expected nothing, he got none but for the time had come and he deceased as if he never did exist.
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