I couldn’t post last night. I couldn’t. Whatever I wrote did not made any sense, maybe I couldn’t feel them. I guess I'm still not making any point. I feel washed. I feel dry and brittle.
Though I’m not restless but not calm either. Nothing really happened except going back to a memory lane which still perfumes the present sometimes. I’ve realised that a slide back there always bring back some of the dry rose petals which got no value but just memories. Sometimes happy, sometimes sad.
“Will I be able to fall in love again?”. I ask this particular question several times & the answer was always, “Let’s see”. I don’t know if my love was any..but fate have its ways.
I got romantically involved. But after Kabir’s departure, the hopeless romantic still smiles when it sees happy couple or red roses. But, I get involved in things which only my soul can possibly describe. My soul says..
“You got into cobwebs of passion and you drained all your poetry. You got nothing but a head to nod yes. And I have no idea why I’m you!.”
I don’t like to go to a point of explaining my personal suitcase I carry but only if I take out penny & spend it on my past, it would be “will that happen again?”
I guess ummm..not now.My heart still ponder over the death. The loss. The diary of that year still smells fresh & the pages are still crippled due to tear stains. I remember I wrote and wrote but was never satisfied. Only way I could let out my anger.
But now, I don’t feel enthusiastic.I just feel drab.
Jaded.
Cured of romance. How sad, the spark has died.
Just after writing this, I told all this to Sapna. She said..
“Don’t worry shaggy..It's so funny..this thought is another romantic notion of yours.You are ok..you are not cured yet.The romantic is still alive..”
Haha..yeah..She's right.I'm not cured of romance yet..not yet.
Though I’m not restless but not calm either. Nothing really happened except going back to a memory lane which still perfumes the present sometimes. I’ve realised that a slide back there always bring back some of the dry rose petals which got no value but just memories. Sometimes happy, sometimes sad.
“Will I be able to fall in love again?”. I ask this particular question several times & the answer was always, “Let’s see”. I don’t know if my love was any..but fate have its ways.
I got romantically involved. But after Kabir’s departure, the hopeless romantic still smiles when it sees happy couple or red roses. But, I get involved in things which only my soul can possibly describe. My soul says..
“You got into cobwebs of passion and you drained all your poetry. You got nothing but a head to nod yes. And I have no idea why I’m you!.”
I don’t like to go to a point of explaining my personal suitcase I carry but only if I take out penny & spend it on my past, it would be “will that happen again?”
I guess ummm..not now.My heart still ponder over the death. The loss. The diary of that year still smells fresh & the pages are still crippled due to tear stains. I remember I wrote and wrote but was never satisfied. Only way I could let out my anger.
But now, I don’t feel enthusiastic.I just feel drab.
Jaded.
Cured of romance. How sad, the spark has died.
Just after writing this, I told all this to Sapna. She said..
“Don’t worry shaggy..It's so funny..this thought is another romantic notion of yours.You are ok..you are not cured yet.The romantic is still alive..”
Haha..yeah..She's right.I'm not cured of romance yet..not yet.
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