Love Cuts Deeper than Swords

I can never get my mind of her, neither I intent to. I want to write this from the very place I used to call her — and I am. And why am I writing this? Writing helps me get clear, and I want to be clear.

The very place I am sitting right now, had heard her voices — Which echos off my heart. Love never happened to me from A to B, it happened like A to Z with a skip of heartbeat and it wasn’t the best time, I had proposed her. Ever since that happened, I thought that would change my life forever. It did though, but wide off my dreams. My old man had a saying, ‘Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.’ I had the courage to pursue my love, but she neither respected my courage or me. Being disrespected by your crush means you spend your days alone, and you like to stay alone — if you are an average punk like me. This also means you never get invited or never love to get invited to spend time with your ally. Your close friends, look to feel like your worst enemies when they try advising you. You never talk to your distance friend. All in all, your life seems miserable with you being the artist of it. Being in time like this, you always have one questions to answer to yourself, ‘Do you have the courage’.

Writing accompanied by the chill winds of Banglore under the moon, I always try to ask myself are you willing to give up? And the answer is always no for too many days. I understand my journey might not filled with piles of roses but with pitfalls and thorns. I don’t care how far the destination is, I will keep on travelling till I reach there. Love choose me to love you, and I respect that.