"You are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart"
Earlier
romantic love songs, were just plain songs. With useless lyrics. Black and white
lyrics, that I couldn't relate to. The engine
of my existence was chugging along, alone, on the track of life. And then you
happened. And the bogies of happiness, alacrity, purpose, zeal, ambition and
reason – all joined on. Love songs suddenly became all the more romantic. All words,
all sentences I related to you. You bought a different kind of meaning to life,
that was earlier missing. A different kind of care, an unknown sort of
happiness that I was alien to. My black
and white life found its own reasons to be colourful enough. Losing sleep
became a reason of happiness. I had atlast found the tiny streak of light in my dark
world. I was happy, despite the fights and small misunderstandings. Then one
day you left me. And you never returned. You promised me happiness forever and
with you left my only reason to be happy. The reasons, let it be inknown. For in
my heart I know, you were never wrong. Still, the heart is a stupid organ. It still
makes me miss you. Moving on is just a myth. Life is again back to square one.
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