Sometime running away is the best solution rather than standing and to see breaking down someone we love and hate yourself, there was not a single time I dreamed to be with you, all those memories haunted me every moment, It was a best part of life I met you, created some best moment of my life, later i felt like i woke up from dream I will never see again, i could only see some blurry images and some beautiful memories.
i never understood the relation of feeling and a rain, whenever it rains heavy I still want to go out , I always have a fantasy od riding a motorbike with a loved one and have a cup of tea, some rainfall still makes me feel this is the awaited rainfall which will never get back in my life again.
Then city of Sun, happy faces, a city where I could begin a new story, with every sun down here beautiful morning waiting ahead, yet I believed every story has a ending like a sun goes down every day , and new story comes starts like a sun rise every morning , but every morning does not brings happiness in life.
I don't believe in destiny but sometime life comes to the point you start having faith on destiny when you meet someone after long time, someone whom I never spoke in a three years of my school life, but situtation was different.
It was a beautiful evening, she suddenly hold my hand and kept her head on my shoulder, life is never easy but her head on my shoulder made me feel I support her system, she supports mine.
One day i was busy with my notes I was trying to sketch my feeling with words, she came near to me and questioned my Are you willing to be a writer , I was silent for a while, she again questioned me "What do you see in me " ? i smiled and starting to pretend as I was struggling with my writing. her face was seeking for my answer , I replied no I don't think I am a writer but I love to sketch my life in a piece of paper.
Hectic schedule, stressful lifestyle, I was on my way back to home , scrolling down social sites, I found something i scrolled down the post, I saw a beautiful smile of someone who had a blurred image on my mind with some memories, moving on is not meant to forgot someone , it is to capture a beautiful memories without hurting someone you cared , we lose people, but somehow we manage to move along, we still breathe, our heart still beat, when you feel like you hold someone's hand so tight even if you know it wont last longer and the only choice you have is keep a big smile on your face and act as if it was just a moment of life.
It was a evil night, clouds were roaring with a thunder in the sky, I had to answer a call, I did. Her words were felt with rage, dissatisfaction, anger, I could sense a mistake, my arrogance, and my ignorance.
y life which will never be back....each and every thing i do makes me remind of her, i never thought i would b so close to someone in this way that i will not be able to erase the memory spent with her.Yes it is true she used to complain me i am not mature but i loved d way she care so i used to do those activities knowingly to b shouted and cared by her "yo nagar tyo nagar yeta naja uta naja" she always had love and care in her words.Now a days when i pass through the places we used to go her face shines like a twinkling star in my mind.