This weeks 3ww being
Cryptic
malign
Flash
Of all the languages love is the most cryptic of all,coz I too am never able to understand my own heart.
I say so because I have fallen in love a number of times.
I too have felt betrayed a thousand times.
When,I fell,I felt lost,stabbed,kicked.
Felt broken..
And thought would never love again,even when SHE left me.
Felt that although she doesn't love me but I still do.
And even thinking about anyone else wud be an offense.
Felt that wud never love any1 else,wud never malign my heart...
Thought and thought...And then there was one flash...
And she was there.
She showed me care,like no one ever did.
She admired me,she caressed me,she stood by me,she believed in me.
She made me believe in myself.
She made me feel loved.
And then I loved,loved like I never had before.
Was pure,pious.
Now,I know a fall in the way doesn't mean the end of the road.
A fail in a day doesnt mean the end of the life.
What all I know is that I will be true,true to my soul,till I can be.
Rest is in her hands.Rest as they say is in her hands.
So,just keep loving and keep living.
The one who would love you would always be good than the one who left you.
Thats life and that's love.
~Harsha
That is life, and love. Nicely told.
ReplyDeleteOh that was lovely. Much as I personally object to text speak style writing I could overlook it because the content was beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThat's life and that's love, cool, but difficult Harsha, difficult!
ReplyDeleteSuch an annoying, beautiful subject, well handled.
ReplyDeleteI could feel this. the style felt so immediate, like it was the thought stream of the heartbroken man directly from his head to the pen. Very pure, very moving. -Meg
ReplyDeleteexcellent topic, interesting form.... i liked the way you creatively wove the words into an everyday sorta life story...
ReplyDeletethis is lovely...
ReplyDeleteyaar still it's a mystery for me..the day when evrything gets over, we promise ourselves never to repeat this stupid act again...n one fine day we find ourselves again singing the same rhyme. A very sensible piece of writing..gave me goosebumps while reading :)
ReplyDeletewell on Lighter note i would like to say that HISTORY Repeats itself ...
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ReplyDeleteBe careful this time
ReplyDeleteyou can run out before u get lost,stabbed,kicked.
u put dat in a real blissfull manner...
ReplyDeleteits such a sensitive part f lyf nd u dictated
wid pure innocense...
thanks yet again 4 such thought generation nd
compiling dem