I am nothing without you.


I used to have very strict self designed code of conduct: how to laugh, how to speak, how to weep, how to behave, how to react and so on. He used to admire every move of mine. I started feeling that divine hand had bound some hidden wires of us that he feels comfort even with very weird act of mine. Then relation started getting stronger and stronger. My love kept on increasing and his acceptance kept on decreasing .I became a spot that always received criticism. When I asked him,’’ are you not feeling feasible with me?’’.He candidly reply,’’Yup, some features of your personality really hurts me’’.i said,’’ but, dear it’s my nature’’.he said in even more candid way, ‘‘then turn around and find some other way for you’’.I followed his command just like ever, I turned around but oh! There was nothing other than chaos behind me. I screamed and knelt down before him .he stood there with folded arms in rather indifferent manner but with a question mark on his face that why I again came back. I looked up, towards his face. My lips were badly stuck but my eyes pleaded, ‘‘my past, future and present have submerged themselves in you, I can’t go back, I can’t move forward and I can’t even stay in present moment without you. You have the right to discard me, but I can’t let you go because I love you so much’’.


Comments

Mina said…
That was beautifully written sis...truly sad is it from exprience? if you don't mind me asking.
Sunil said…
The beauty of love...I'll call it.
Great narration.
Arooj said…
This comment has been removed by the author.
Arooj said…
@ MIna
i guess everyone who is involved in a deep,emotional relationship,such sentimental pricking oftenly come....:-)
as far my somneone special is concerned ,he cant even stay without me for a fraction of a minute...:-)still i feel pain of moments which have the fear of break up....(may be because being a poet or writer)

@Sunil
thanks
sheeza said…
a great piece of emotions written in words.


great dear absolutely awesome.

Popular posts from this blog

Mr/Miss Attitude

A Hug