The grief that love brought to me exceeds every time. Again love? A new love? It changed. We left. With every new love, this pain has remained the same. Never left. The truth is grief stays longer than love could ever.
I only knew I loved you when the pain crushed my heart.
For a lover, which I am, pain is nothing but a treasure. You, my love, could only offer me tears, I cherished the pearls.
Threw stones at me, diamonds for a lover’s heart. I let you lie, you’re talking to me, my dearest, your voice gives me life.
I can see through you, love, I see when you deceive me. I smile, I love. But your eyes, deeper than the oceans, reflect an image that’s not mine. Though you had never known, a lover’s heart is granted with intuition.
They say either you’re a lover or a fighter but I believe people are either born to be lovers or to be loved. Lovers are fighters. They fight for love, they fight to protect it, to make it eternal.
But what they do wrong is to not fight for themselves. Lovers let love shatter them, break their heart and stomp on the pieces. Love steals their peace. They can’t smile without holding tears in their eyes. Nights pass by looking at the sky as if waiting for the prayers to be granted. You’d catch them looking at the moon with affectionate eyes. Love removes every other source of happiness from a lover’s life, leaving behind gaps and empty spaces. But you know what’s even strange part of the story? It is that nothing but love stays. For a lover nothing in the world stays a companion other than love.
Love that’s not cherry blossom after freezing cold winters or the monsoons rain after scorching heat in July.
It is the sunshine in a December mid afternoon. It is midnight in August when sky is covered with stars and moonlight falls on earth.
This love is warm not burning, it’s cool not freezing. It keeps you alive while killing you. Oh! Love. And you my beloved, had the privilege of being loved.
I fought to protect you. To keep you warm, I had to burn my hands and heart. I did. To keep you alive I killed myself. Did you ever know? Loving you made me hate myself. If you knew this glass of water doesn’t have water in it but poison in fact, would you drink it anyway? I drank it with open eyes. That’s what lovers do. They silently let the poison, named love, kill them.
Dearest, when you drown deeper into the depths of pain, you don’t fight to push yourself out of it. You let the waves consume you. They call it love. You saw me drowning, my beloved, do you believe a lover’s words?
What if I tell you that nothing I did was done for you but for the sake of love. Who are you? A lover’s muse. If not for my love, you’re just an ordinary person.
What makes you special and highlights your existence among others is my love for you.
Now if you tell me to disappear from your life, I will. I’d leave with a mind consumed by your memories and nothing else.
Before I’m gone, I want to let you know that this cursed love will follow me to the edge of the world.
O you the black of my eye, will be left alone with empty hands. As for those who turn away from the love standing at their doorsteps are seen running after it.
