Disturbia

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Disturbia's her name, a girl of slender height
She never glowed and yet had a radiant light
She loves to smile, through her lips and eyes
Her lingering expressions spoke a thousand lines...

She walks through the shades, adoring all shades of brown
In the world obsessed with fairness, she flaunts her beauty crown
With her dusky skin and gleaming onyx eyes,
sun-kissed they do look in the beautiful sunshine

It's not just her beauty but the vivacity of her mind
The innocence and purity, the chaos you'd seldom find
She values the efforts and the depth of the things
She strings her appreciation into flowered rings

Empathy she has, for the pain others share
She knows to love truly, knows truly to care
It's amazing to find out how less I know of her,
And yet as I write, it clears out the blur

All that I know is she's a spectacle stream
She won't care for the world, and waltz through her dream
She loves to dance along, in the song of her heart
She loves to be different, to tear conventions apart

Warm and welcoming, she has a friendly flair
You will always seek comfort in her please glare
If only the world, saw what she could see
The world would truly be, a wonderful place to be!

A half story...

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She cherishes his memories and she will value the memories more than him. In her illusion of the memories of the past, she totally runs away from what he has to offer in the present. For that reason, even the loving touch of her hands trying to embrace him feel so cold and distant that the scintillating sense that would zap his whole body feels like the touch of a cold corpse. Empty!

When the lovelorn does not get to meet the beloved, he forgets the face of the one he truly loved; the way she looks or the way she speaks. Of course, there is a reminiscence of her in the pictures she uploads, But never could he remember the way she looks at him. Maybe he has no recollection of that happening, or maybe that never did happen! He had given up on the sense of sight and given myself entirely to what I feel when he is with her.

So dependent had he become on his sense of sight that giving up on them and building her up from the words she spoke and her intent behind them, He created a fragment of the memory so unreal that it could cease to exist.

It was perhaps difficult for her to live up to the image he created within, but he couldn't bear to see her ruin her creation, the created for which he sacrificed his senses.
He can no longer be so close to her and be denied her touch
the touch of what he longed to see

the touch of what she longed to be....

A broken melancholy.....

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Her words were lyrics, her heartbeat a song.
The moment I hear it, she can't do me wrong.

She was nothing but extremes, her passions fierce 

A look in her eyes, and through your soul, she could pierce 

She had a depth, clear as ice and foggy as snow
An illusion or a reality that was all I cared to know

She could laugh playfully, weeping deep down

She was all tangled up, in the streaks of golden brown

In her daily chit-chats, I found her Ideas and dreams
For all I wished, to stay by her side, by all means

But alas, that could never happen, for we were polar
The endless paradox made it beautiful, and now it’s killing us softly

It's a threat, not love anymore.
Letting go is true love; if she ever gave it a thought before!

Clutching onto something increases the affection;
Alas! It decreases the valuation.

Broken hearts and a story,
Only raises the fury.

Think of the boy;
Who might have left everything behind, in search of joy!

If the relationship was so crucial;
It would never be so superficial.

Threatening over love is a crime;
She might be the most powerful,
But did she consider the Time?

The promises won’t hold, the regrets would kill
She became my heart’s poison, and I the chaos of her thoughts
As the efforts waned, so did their will



(To be continued…)

Breaking Bad: The "stigma" of breakups

What breeds Love; cultivates Hatred

"I learned that you cannot force someone to love you, all you can do is be someone to be loved. There will be many who won't; and that won't be the end of the world"

There is an amusing stigma attached with breakups, with people leaving your side or behaving differently with you, for whichever reasons they see fit.
The betrayal is heartbreaking and the very idea of people leaving your side is mournful.

It is viewed as something to be mourned about. Something to detest, something regretful, something which forces the person to introspect and look for things that they did wrong, only to criticize themselves. But should that be the case?

We think that relationships are formed when two like minded individuals come together, or when similar people interact and develop a mutual understanding. If that's the case, how could you explain the law of attraction(nothing to do with Newton) Polar opposite people sharing a deeper bond, people with the difference of opinions spending their lives till the last breath; or the egoistic chairpersons of a conglomerate building an empire together?

Any relationship, business or personal thrives through a mutual understanding of faith, belief and trust on one other. We think that the quarrels, mistrust or doubtfulness develops due to the lack of love, care or affection, because it is difficult to blindly trust when you love someone deeply, to have an unconditional faith when you risk away everything and receive nothing in return and have to an unwavering belief in absolute despair. It is the lack of this faith, belief and trust that ruins something which you thought was permanent, was perfect.

The lack of these three is so suffocating that people long for space, so confining that people feel the burden of bonds and so disheartening is the disappointment that it ruins you to the very core, for we change the very qualities of the person we came so close with.

Yes, this is a cliched post over a rugged topic about a condition with which everyone suffers and tries to cope up in their own way....but while doing this, people forget the very essence of themselves and their beloved, trying to everything they loved about it. Yes at times things which seem to be there for long are the first to fall, but nothing lasts forever. Inspite to all that knowledge of how things work, how to make it work again and what needs to be done to pick ourselves up, we forget!

You forget that people are allowed to leave you... but you are allowed to mourn their loss.

You forget that people are allowed to break up with you... but you are allowed to feel betrayed.

You forget that people are allowed to love you but not want to be with you... and you are allowed to question why and demand answers and reasons, thinking you deserve that.

You forget that people are allowed to not want to talk to you... and you are allowed to not want to hear from them.

You forget that people are allowed to put their happiness before yours and do what makes them happy even if it does not include you... and you are allowed to cut ties with anyone who isn't loyal to you.

You forget that people are allowed to move on from you... and you are allowed to heal at your own pace.

You forget that people are allowed to fall in love with someone else... and you are allowed to still love people even if they stop loving you.

You forget that people are allowed to not want you in their life... and you will be righteous in not letting them waltz in at their convenience, and neither will be wrong!

You forget that people are allowed to do whatever they want to become the person they always longed to be, to become the version of themselves they are trying so hard to love, even at your cost... but they are not immune to the consequences of their actions or the fallout of those they hurt while on their path to self-discovery.

It is all genuine and natural and totally all right. Although you may be breaking up these bonds; but still you somehow live on! Perhaps you grow out of that shell and you have outgrown your bond, maybe the other person no longer needs you. But is it something worth destroying the very self you're made of? There will be a million reasons with no conclusions and as much as you want to figure out the logical fallacy of the timeless tragedy, you will be left with nothing but self-loathing, guilt or worse.

Every shade of love and hate that arises are a part of it and expecting to separate the inseparable is futile, for what breeds love; cultivates hatred.

A snake sheds its skin and outgrows a new layer of it. The skin that has been through everything so far is no longer needed. Each time, something seemingly eternal will be replaced by something better. In an age where the smartphones change faster than the SIM cards, are relationships any better?