Words at eve of ’em

Say it, the way it is,
-She said

So… it’s not the way,
It has to be.

“Why” – she questioned,
Why is it not the way, it has to be..?

Like a free waterfall, You are, my sweetheart. I am a stone merely on your way..you’re going to go anyways…

Even if I will try, many ways,

you’ll go anyways.

Either you will think of the world or world will make you think of Me.

Poured Romance will melt like ice and will float on water… I will cry in each piece…

Even if I will, the pieces won’t be One…I will try and I will cry…
But Nothing will be one.

Everything is Physical, Everything logical… But not my Love… It’s pure and illogical.

It breaths in hearts and pumps in vein… It goes everywhere but not in Brain,

But not in the brain…

You have logic, I don’t have…you have love, I don’t have… Even if you’re here… I feel the fear.

Of losing you, it haunts like …

I don’t know… Why this??…

Why this?? …

Let’s find our ways… Individual and independent,

let’s meet somewhere.

Sometimes… Somewhere??

Where Our souls going to meet…

In the paradise! I think.

Where

Beauty would sustain and Romance will flow.

Drops of thoughts

Few drops of unattended thoughts,
travel all the way from the clouds of imaginations,
not entertaining, but pertaining to something within,
falls on dry hearts.

It’s an amalgamation of a life,
creating a covered, preserved and promising way of dealing,
with pain and strains of lives.

It regenerates lives,
boosting energies of dead cells,
and the tradition of sorrows and happiness.

It opens up the eyes, closed with
died thoughts of the unreal world.
It feels, within a life, the chord of life
and the cure to undied deaths.