WITH BROKEN WINGS, I SURVIVE.....

Now, I feel- why do we need heart inside?
if it has just a function of pumping blood into the blood vessels, why I am always been blamed, about my heart to be EMOTIONAL?

I think, there is some problem into my heart only.
I wish, I could open it, and see. how it is different from the rest.

 

I am 24 you are 42

I said- I think, I am falling for you

 you said- you already love me, you feel the connection.

we have the bond forever.

its more than just love.

 

 

I was thinking of you, day night.

you were busy into your own life.

you showed me lots of dreams, lots of talks. I believed all.

 this was not happening to me for the first time. nor do I do not know, how lovers behave, after sex.

nor do, I do not know, you will be acting the same, as rest all, into my life did.

 

I had a feeling, you are true, loyal, unique.

most important, this time, I looked into eyes.

they say- eyes always speak the truth.

 

now, I ask the eyes- are you also the same?

 

i have lots of things going into my mind all the times.

i keep blaming self. and sometimes, you.

most of the times, i am happy thinking,

 good. i got another lesson.

 

well, to be very frank, i always listen to my heart.

heart is never wrong. nor do the encutions.

if i am born with a weak heart, the heart, which feels pain, than just pumping blood

mind you,

 i am born with great self respect too.

 

it might be the destiny, may be a learning lesson to me.

 but, i do not let you use me emotionally now.

 

whatever be the situations-

either u stop caring for me.

stop sending me msges.

stop responding to my calls

stop replying to my emails.

 

you can not stop me, thinking of you

 

I will pray, every day minimum 10 times  a day, with wishes-

may god, give you all the happiness, success, prosperity in your life.

 

and mind you,

 i will do it all along my life.

they say- MOVE ON.

 no, i do not want to.

 i will not.

 

i will keep loving you forever,

the heart will keep feeling about it, till it pumps blood.

for you, it might be just a casual meeting, a sex date, a stranger, whom you hug, cuddle, sleep and relax.

 

mind you,

 i am not a product, from any super market. who you use and throw.

even, products also have prices, to be paid.

 

i will not stop thinking of you.

also, i promise- i will try my best to fulfill the dreams. which were just the words for you.

 

you were talking

i was imagining

you were making stories

i was making characters

you were naming cities

i was finding locations

 

and so, it was not a bad love story.

 

you made me wait, for long.

 now, i have stopped believing in time.

the clock, seems to be moving all around the boarders only.

every day- it has morning, afternoon and evening.

every day in the week, is same. you just name it differently.

 

the more, i am growing older, more i am loosing hope,

 hope of being

being of wings.

 

i know, once i had it.

and so, i met you

and so, it happened

 

you call it love

 i call it incident.

 

they say- every love story has an END.

YES,

MY DEAR,

 

because, you treat it like a story

but, mine is not a story, nor a fairy tell.

it has pain, and i am feeling it.

 

and so, it is ...............