Love Woes

You don’t know what love is
Until you’ve learned the meaning of the blues
Until you’ve loved a love you had to lose
You don’t know what love is

-Chet Baker

Is it true that you can’t love until you’ve lost? Listening to this song today made me realize that somehow love has always been related to pain and hurt. I’ve never had somebody tell me how beautiful love is or how it brought them happiness but there is always a friend who is lamenting over falling in love.

As a kid I had heard of ‘love at first sight’ and ‘happily ever after’, but I guess that is all fairy tale stuff. Nobody in real life falls in love and stays happy right?

I have loved and lost but I’m not sure if I still have found out what love is. As a matter of fact now I’m scared of it.

I feel that love should be something that brings you inner peace. Like when you are in his arms you feel home, you feel happy; a sense of belonging. Loving someone should be easy, like breathing.

What are your experiences? What is love according to you?

Letters to ‘YOU’- Part 1

Hey,

        I found an old picture of us in the back of my drawer today (guess it managed to survive my post breakup bonfire somehow). You know what was funny about that picture? We were happy; we were holding hands and smiling. So what happened? What made you leave me in the middle of a crisis?

I know you said you never wanted to talk about this but I really need some closure. We used to be such good friends; damn I woke up half the night once just to hear you whine about some stupid girl you had a crush on. So why is it that we don’t even see each other anymore? I knew it was a bad idea to turn our friendship into something more but you won’t listen. You promised to take care of everything, swore that nothing would come between our friendship. Then why do you pass by me every morning, ignoring me as if I was a complete stranger. Do you even realise how much that hurts? I guess you don’t, but then I should have known better right?

I still remember that night you broke my heart. “Thank you for loving me”, that is all you needed to end a decade old friendship. Was it really that easy? Was I really that replaceable?

Just say the words; tell me you were never my friend and I will be at peace. Just a few words and I’ll be free of you.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                Yours…….

Have you ever been in love?

“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…You give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.” 

-Neil Gaiman

p.s. I just had to share this one..

The Siren’s Call

 

A night this dark no star in sight,
I crouch as fear creeps in;
I hear his voice, it calls to me,
His words as addictive as sin.

Through the shadows I watch hypnotized as he glides,
Something dangerous about his gait;
I follow him blindly through the winding path,
My heart hammering as I anticipate.

I see him enter that house down the road,
The bedroom where she sleeps unaware;
My eyes catch the glint of the dagger he now holds,
Its size enough to give you a scare.

I stare transfixed as he plunges it deep,
Deep crimson getting splattered everywhere;
I wish I could stop him from hurting this girl,
But her screams are like music to my ears.

Every time he stabs makes me more aroused,
Each moan of hers rises my hunger;
Suddenly my reverie bursts like a bubble,
Thats when I realise my blunder.

Yet again I am in a stranger’s house,
Yet again I’m bathed in red;
Yet again I find myself running away,
Yet again I’m filled with dread.

Oh God help me for I have sinned,
This guilt kills me inside;
I get so helpless when my siren calls,
There is just no place left to hide.

First Nomination of this year……

I am really honored to receive the first award for this year

“The Gargie  Award” by Meiro. She is a wonderful writer

do check out her blogs at

http://meirozavian.wordpress.com/

I am sure you would love her as much as I do. Thanks a lot again Meiro 🙂

 And the rules which need to followed:

1.  Display the award badge on your site.

2.  Publish a post to inform the world of your great achievement

3.  Nominate some fellow bloggers (who have been outstanding in their field
or perhaps who you admire)

4.  Indicate to your nominees that they have received the award… provided
you have completed step three.

 

So here are my nominations…

http://allwinbrightwrites.wordpress.com/

http://seyisandradavid.wordpress.com/

http://murtazaalamshah.wordpress.com/

These are the few blogs I have only recently started following but I really admire them all

and I hope you will too.

CONGRATULATIONS all 🙂

The Sweetest Sin..

I never knew it felt so good,

This sweet friction: cold metal on skin;

The ragged blades create a deep crevasse,

The pure satisfaction takes you in.

I watch as the ruddy drops fall down slowly,

Creating a vast ocean of red;

What was once the life coursing through my veins,

Is now the remnant of my pain and dread.

I feel my heart beat slowing down,

The sound now echoes through the room;

I’m wondering why I feel no pain,

Is it supposed to end so soon?

No remorse, no guilt, no sorrow,

I lie as blissful sleep takes over;

Flashes of my life passes me by,

As I count my pulse, now getting slower.

Thats it, this is the end I know,

I feel the darkness pull me in;

Don’t cry for me when i’m gone,

This is me commiting my sweetest sin.

P.s. This is a repost of a previous post with some editing done.. 🙂