this is a story of a girl and a boy in love and then one day.......
When they were drifting away from each other, the strain of music they once heard together may haunt them, reminding them that perhaps they didn’t try quite hard enough. He may not reveal outwardly the pain he feels over losing her, but still waters run deep, and earth sorrow runs even deeper. She will weep inconsolably for many a day, following her own fiery emotional pattern, but by and by she’ll forget n try to smile but they are wet smiles. Though she may watch the sunrise wistfully for years afterwards but she won’t ever express her feelings that she buried deep into her heart. She won’t tell him how she’s hurting inside-----why should she? He’s so cold and detached and barely even says hello when they pass on the street…he barely tries to call her up even when he knows that she will be waiting every moment….he didn’t even say that he loves her …he didn’t even smile and let that smile reach her…he didn’t even try to stop her when she left……
But what she doesn’t know that somewhere, deep within his lonely heart, he may be thinking things that she suspects, like, may be words as……….
I’ve lived many life’s since I stumbled into you
Yet I still believe in faerie tales
Like the alice and her prince.....
And I still believe you wanted me…
And it was pure wholesome love…
You’ll never know….but I’ll tell u anyway
I was lively in love the hour I met u
And died with sorrow when you walked away……
She doesn’t hear the words his heart speaks to her silently, of course. She’s thinking her own thoughts, remembering the thing he said to her, one dawn, as they were walking along the shore, by the lake……when he held her in his arms, and said quietly…..”and here you’ll stay, until it’s time for you to go.” Then she asked him,”when will that time be?” But he didn’t answer . So she never asked again.
And then one day he said,” wait or walk without me.” Then she asked him, ”when will that time be?” But he didn’t answer. So she walked away……..and he didn’t stopped her from going away from him…..and she didn’t stop thinking that it doesn’t matter to him if she stays or not…n so she walked away. She walked alone….all alone……hurt n dying…but he didn’t stop….
The tensions and troubles, the misunderstandings and lack of communication were formidable. Now she wishes she had stayed and held his hand when he was hurt. How could she have been so selfish? Now he thinks that may be he should have called her every morning instead of just waiting for her call, knowing that she was his, just to let her feel that he still needs her , wants her, loves her as always……How could he have been so selfish?
Remembering the message of the stars……..foresight is much better than hindsight…but it still might not be too late to say, ”I’m sorry.ILU,ur mine n im yours and thts the only truth". it’s never too late for those who really love. and even when these two who once cared so much for each other are apart….wherever they are…love is winking at both of them, shining the message of her light on his loneliness, with a sparkling promise of may be a new tomorrow. when they will be together ever again….....
1 comment:
Foresight is better than hindsight in many such cases. But unfortunately, most don't use it, instead they understand a lot of things in hindsight only. That is very sad actually. But it is never too late. But sometimes it does become too late. Sigh.
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