NO!

My answer is no.

I believe in love, the rational sort, not the one that makes you blind. I love you till I see love in you. Yes, it’s very conditional.

Save your lies, save your justifications, save them all, you’ll need them.

And what’s more sad is to know that you think you’re right. You’re wrong when you think I’m wrong, you’re wrong when you think, you’re right, you’re wrong, when you’re silent and you’re even wrong when you cry, thinking you can undo your mistakes. Everything about you is so wrong, yet I…

yes…I

 I was the one who saw everything right in you. Was I wrong then, or am I wrong now? You need help or should I seek some for me? Are you gone or should I still look around?

Even though I may not know much about most of the things that I say, you too know, that I feel what I say. And you feel bits of it too but you never say and even when you don’t say much to me, you know that I can hear most of it without you saying it, right?

Life can be very strange. At one time, it feels like you have all the answers and at other times you can’t stop your mind from questioning every little detail about your experiences and at that time you feel lost. I feel lost right now. I feel like I’ve lost you and I’ve lost me and I’ve lost us.

I hope you think about me like I think about you. If thinking is too much, I hope you feel me, if feeling is a bit too much too, I hope I’m somewhere in your mind or if I’m lucky, still in your heart.

You’re a sea. You know seas are mystifying, right? Maybe, I never understood you, maybe you were too deep for me but you do know that I tried, don’t you?

When you walk a mere inch, I walk an entire mile. When you even think of thinking, I’ve already thought through the whole lifetime. That’s the difference between you and me. While you’re calm, I’m going craZZiee!

I keep wondering…

I wonder if I’ll ever be able to hold your hand again. I wonder if I’ll ever be able to look into your eyes, the way I used to. I wonder if it’ll ever be as easy as it used to be. Every second of the passing day and with every shinning star in the night, I wonder, I wonder and wonder, again and again. I wonder if life can be this perfect again.

And I’m shouting once again. Just remember, it’s not over till it’s the end of time.

Grabbing a dagger, she kills every beating heart that comes her way. Spitting at him she roars out loud, “How does it feel to take a fall from paradise?”

Wrapped in rags and a matted cloak, the shy little maiden walks as fast as her legs can carry her. Looking over her shoulder every once in a while, hoping that they don’t see her. She walks faster and faster, disappearing in the darkness of the night till she finds what she’s looking for.

The lord.

The lord was there, as usual strong and silent, dark and sinister. She never understood the lord, yet she always listened to him. His words felt like a breeze from the calm, mystic oceans. But at same time, they contained a storm of chaos and destruction in them.

As soon as she tip-toed into the lord’s domain, he felt her presence. At once, he cleared his thoughts, scared that the little girl might read his mind. He looked straight ahead, ignoring her, reminding the girl that she’s not what he’s looking for. Acting strong, feeling weak, both sat in their own silence, staring into their own empty dreams.

You tell me to write about you, I would and I can and I think I already have. ‘Cause they say you can only speak well of something that actually affects you and affects you in many ways. You affect me.

Why else would I think about you, write about you and worry about you. But what about you, do you?

Damn that blasted insanity, it’s dancing on top of my head again.

There is nothing more real than pain.

We’re living in a world of hypocrisy.

I’m so ashamed, I’m so embarrassed, I have no place to go. So home less, so life less, no hope, no need, no pain. Lost in oblivion.

 You can live with a dead brain but you can’t live without a dead heart so why even listen.

Kaali ghata jo chai hai, uff kayamat aii ha!

Sometimes miracles work far better than mere references. You think I’m a dreamer? No, I’m better than that, I’m a believer and a strong one too. Why else would I let you go when I want you so badly!