My words are limited to
pierce the sentiments of emotions I encountered with the girl I love, whom I
embraced calling her as my ‘First love.’
A feverish delirium of
my psyche as I see my dearest darling averting my cleanest heart of warmth, I was
shattered down with tremendous pain in my poor heart. Flash back and thoughts
of her gives me no more pleasure than the tone of pain that ache me to sense
the undercurrent of disgruntle.
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| soul away from soul. |
It won’t be fair on my
part, if my pain is deciphered with a use of single superlative: as I have
loved her unconditionally and dream t to built a castle in the heaven. I shall
not hesitate to evoke the fact that tortured my hope. Meeting and being with
her, I almost forget I’m a human, whose life is not a cup of tea and a bed of
rose, I had been making my dreams my own master, where I can’t blame her for taking out the faith that I have
in ‘love.’
It was a rainy day,
when I returned from my tuition class, the beauty had changed in to beast, she
handed me an envelope and without any word turned away from me, I longed her
return, cried in the rain but all in vain.
As I have heard from
the grapevine, “It’s hard to get, what we desire from the depth of heart,” and
I do believe on it. Getting and not getting does not count much on my emotions
but the separating with the one that we
candidly embraced in the soul without knowing the clue what wrong we had done
make the suffering the extreme hell.
Geniuses have rightly pointed out that love
happen only once after that it is to walk with life. I now try to eradicate the
memories I happened to treasure the most, because I need to walk and grow with
life. I shall think that to drink a cup of coffee I don’t have to earn a coffee
estate.
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