Love Tales


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Words…your words,
touch…your touch,
I am so still, but you take me places.
Beautiful, gorgeous places.
Places hitherto unknown to me.
When you come close and whisper,
my heart skips a beat.
When your lips accidentally brush with mine,
breathless I feel.
Nights turn into mornings,
mornings turn into nights.
With every passing day my soul feels so alive.
My knees feel weak,
my stomach has butterflies.
The glow my face has this morning
is due to the conversation we had last night.


That blur face...














That blur face. That face i saw every night. That face which flashed every morning.  It was all over me.

I could sense him, i could feel him, he wasn't real. Will he ever happen to me?

Oh, how i wish! As i sneak in my blanket i feel like he is with me, beside me, caressing me.
In the morning i wake up and see him glaring with a smile at me. Then he plays with my hair a little and kisses my forehead.

Where is he? Will i find him ever? What does he look like? Look! He disappeared again.

I hug him and sleep every night. His eyes make love to mine. My heart starts thumping.

I smile thinking of him in the day. I close my eyes and find him in the night.

Why can’t i see him? He was a part of my fairy-tale. My love. My dream. My fantasy.

He would be like this. He would be like that. I would say this. He would reply that.

Days turned into months, months into years, i always had this fear. Do they really make such people? 

Will i ever find such lover? Boom!!! And it happened one day…

God showered sparkles on me, i became the princess. Well, i was always in my world.

I met him. I finally did. Now he had a face. I was not creating a story, it was happening, for real. Oh yes. I was living it.

It was better than my version. So this is how it feels… Really? Reality was better than dreams. That face was not blur.. I was living in real fantasy.

But. But for how long?  Then came the storm. It was life threatening. Havoc was created. The tree was uprooted. Life came to a standstill. The eternity i lived made me die everyday.

I woke up. I woke up to a death. It was fatal. Nights were scary. Each of them were a struggle.

I was searching for the blur face. I wanted it back. I tried and tried. But that blur face was lost. It was lost forever.

Silence is gold..!!


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It is rightly said...silence is gold. I think silence is the substance of the best and the worst moments of our life.
Like those tacit times, when we let the eyes do the talking.
Or that look, that glare, or maybe the spark with which those eyes stare.
The way someone holds your hand, which says they care.
When one glance is enough or that touch.

We humans have five senses, not to forget the sixth sense, indeed. Then why only words?
When she wears your favourite colour to work.
The way she grabs your hand and rests her head on your shoulder during a romantic movie.
That glance you exchange with a smile with your better half, the first time you take your tiny little new born in your arms.

When mom saves the last piece of cake for you.
The tear of happiness that trickles down her cheek when you give her your first pay cheque.
That proud pat on your back from your dad. Words would clearly underestimate all this.

But, there is a difference between people who don't need your words, and those who do not deserve them. There comes a time, when you realize, words are so much in vain. That people are so unworthy. You then understand, that silence is the best. No words, no gestures, no deeds would mend that is broken. That sometimes, it is best to let go, best, not to explain. After all the heart wrenching pain, after all those sleepless nights, you see. You see so clearly, after all those tears, that was hitherto vague. That now is the time. And that very moment you realize that silence, is indeed gold.

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