Love

Usually, Drunkenness is a very bad addiction. However sometimes, Life puts us in such ordeals that escaping feels like the best option. So, one day, while I was sitting in a bar, thinking about the person I Love and while I was trying to find the reason I have to deal with her ignorance. What is that I have not done, or I should have done to make her realize how much I need her and how much I longed for her. How my heart beats skip when I think of getting away from her of she being with someone else! While the fight between her memories and absence continued, I ended up meeting the angel of death. By the way the angel of death doesn’t look like as scary as people make him sound. He is an old man, with a bright face, eyes full of tears and wrinkles on his cheeks caused by sadness. But he still is the Angel of death. So initially, I was scared to sit beside him, fearing that my time to go had come. I wasn’t scared that I am going to die. I was scared that there are few ...

As I stopped passing through the street where you lived, your admirers sitting on the stairwell, finally rejoiced! But there are few questions I’d Like to ask Do his lips calm the nerves of your forehead, the same way my lips used to? Does the warmth of his breath make your heart skip a beat, like mine did? Do you still hide the blanket on cold nights, to give him an excuse to embrace you? Do you still ask him to be next to you when he switches off the lights and come back to check if you are sleeping well or not? Do you still get drunk and spill your secrets to him, just to tell them to him again when you get sober, like you used to with me? Answer me? Do you still let your tresses slip down your cheeks, so he could find them up with his fingers, Just the way I used to do it? Does he also keeps staring into your eyes till the crimson evening turns black, just like I used to? Do you show him the pictures in which you still search for your childhood? Ha...

It’s about a promise which I want from you, a promise to love me, a promise to be with me, a promise to live rest of your life with me, a promise never to live me ALONE! If you promise to stay with me then I will always write for you and about you! I will not write about your eyes where I feel to get drown in! I will not write about your hair where I want to get tangled in! I will not write about your lips which I want to kiss whole night! Because I don’t write about those things which fades away! If I will write: I will write about your madness, I will write about the way you walk, the way you talk and they way you express your feelings! I will write about the feeling of uneasiness when you are not able to breath and that’s what I feel when I think this life without you! I feel my each and every word and my story is empty without you! A dream which had kept me awake because now I don’t find you next to me when I am on bed! I will write that you are th...