Loving again has been difficult…
The pain,the anguish, I’ve gone through all…
Endless misery… incessant tears…
Just for love’s call.
Sleepless nights, no dreams… but nightmares…
Restless days, all spent in gazes and glares.
The letters, the cards, and the roses that’ve withered…
All seem meaningless, all that once mattered.
The laughter, the clasped hands, the walk in the rains…
All is lost…only loneliness prevails.
Loving you…has been difficult…
But I loved you nonetheless.
For along with the pain and tears…
It wrapped me with moments of happiness.
Unrequited love…unanswered love…unreciprocated love…that’s the end for us. Loving again is unrealizable, unthinkable. We forsake, give up the very idea of loving. The agony, the anguish, the pain of our futile love, makes us believe that we will never fall in love again. That, hoever, holds true, only for a while. And then, without any warning our heart starts beating with a new rhythm, humming a new melody!
For love is the very essence of our life…the sole purpose of our existence.As someone has rightly said,
“There is a land of the living ,
and a land of the dead;
Love is the only bridge,
the only Survival”
On A Polysyllabic Note... 