Don't block the queue.

"I thought their will be light at the end of the tunnel. I loved one last time with all my might. I prayed for this love to help me grow but it sucked the life out of me. "

We all start on a happy ,optimistic note but it all fades away over the period of time. Friends become lovers and lovers become strangers. Trust becomes a boundation and sadness becomes the better half.
Both the parties are not on the same page,even worse they don't want to be on the same page. Hearts ache but egos boast.
The mind games start,blame games come in. Next what? A third person enters the picture.

Then why love i ask. It's so much better to be at peace in solitude. Read books, watch your favorite sitcoms, shop,hop,drop. Do anything.
My own story is of such pains. No one is perfect but the best (read:worst) part is that no one wants to be. Change is rule of the nature but acceptance to change is on a long holiday. Contradiction is his live in partner and reality is a much hated step mother. Yet, i am too good for you. 'You will never get anyone like me'. Touché. My heart cries. He has shattered my notions about 'Us'. Example, i always tought we have impeccable understanding but since a couple of months i stand utterly shocked gasping for air.
Any bug report is rejected. Ignorance is bliss.
But seriously i love him. Does he? ummmmmmmm..yea. So boy work! Give it your sweat,blood, thought and LOVE.
Because its a big world and i havent even started. Give me a reason to yearn you. Become my support not my weakness. Make me feel your love. If you can't.

Don't block the queue.

Blinded by my own tears....

She wasn't always so sad. She used to be happy. When he used to look at her and his eyes glowed with love. She thanked her stars for bestowing upon her so much love. Where was he all these years. He is the answer to my prayers,she thought.
But things were different now. The sunlight filtering through the window  had this monotony and melancholy. He loved her but this had become routine for him. The fear to loose her had eloped him. She was always there now, where would she go. He was as good as her, and getting better with time. Where would she go. See, she's sitting there on the chair. Everyday, the same she, the same chair, the same window, the same sadness. He could never see the sadness. He mistook it for contentment. But she was long gone. She went away the day his passion for her got lost in the betterment of 'self'.

He was immersed in himself. In life and its rush. He loved her. Not her baggage. Not her vulnerability. Not her hurt. Not her wounds. He loved her. Whatever it meant. He never wanted to see the darker side of the moon. Her body was his, he felt. She too loved it when he caressed her hair and ran his silky fingers down her bare back. But it somehow stopped there, always. He never wanted to peep inside the heart.

She said one day "why don't we care as much we used to? don't you see the tears in my eyes. Don't you sense the hurt in my soul?".  "Ha! I have done nothing to give you those tears, dear. Why should i clean the mess i never created!" He said with a wink.

She was quite. And from that day on silently she killed herself. She sat on the chair staring at the window but her mind wandered. Her tears suffocated her heart, choked her throat, killed her soul and blinded her view. And one day she was gone forever.

He cried. And cried like a mad man. Her soul less body lay in his arms. But it was all that was left of her. He still had her body but dint have her soul. He had lost it long ago.

A changed man he was. Full of hurt, tears and sadness. He lost his passion. He wanted someone to take away  this pain and free him from the guilt of not being there for her. Now everyday he sat on the chair,staring at the window aimlessly....blinded by his own tears.