My luck is spilled everywhere. How do I write a new, I can't see the ink of grief to write with. Love is happiness or pain, someone please tell me. There are so much pain and also happiness in love, I have got everything but expect that person whom I love. why doesn't the sequence of pain comes to an end. There are many paths But there is no path that reaches you. The paths which have no destination, now I live there only. Some request is hidden in my heart and I have said something from my eyes, but no one listen that. What kind of exams are there in love and what sort of tales does this love write. There are many desires of mine, but there is only pain of yours.
Separating me from my dreams a bit like that, I do not understand wherever God has hidden himself or my God is sleeping like that with eyes open. I do not understand after I lost myself however do I live, even my soul is aloof from me. My life is still remaining but breath has stopped. Your life is moving very fast and you don't need any assistance in your life, but still I just wan to be there with you. While walking down a path, I get this sense that your eyes are secretly watching me. My breaths are there but don't know why I'm not alive. What such mistake I had made that you punished me to live my life like that.
If someone dies or someone gives up his life, it has no effect at all on the lover. There is no solution to the difficulties of the heart. Somewhere there are some questions to the God in my every moment. If you are the creator of love then why my world is ruined in love. Why my dreams have not been completely fulfilled and all my requests have been broken. Why no one listens to my whining sighs and nobody holds my squirming arms. Why every heart is a chess piece in love. Why There is suspicion in love and a wall of hatred in love. And don’t ask me what pain is and what is sorrow and what is sadness, because I have got everything in love. And you have brought that for me, because you wrote that story of love in my life. And There is always some kind of trouble in love, sometimes like this and sometimes like that.
If someone dies or someone gives up his life, it has no effect at all on the lover. There is no solution to the difficulties of the heart. Somewhere there are some questions to the God in my every moment. If you are the creator of love then why my world is ruined in love. Why my dreams have not been completely fulfilled and all my requests have been broken. Why no one listens to my whining sighs and nobody holds my squirming arms. Why every heart is a chess piece in love. Why There is suspicion in love and a wall of hatred in love. And don’t ask me what pain is and what is sorrow and what is sadness, because I have got everything in love. And you have brought that for me, because you wrote that story of love in my life. And There is always some kind of trouble in love, sometimes like this and sometimes like that.
Thanks for writing/sharing this...true insight to love...who would have known..even if ones have experience this (am sure most people does)...are not able to write it in such way you have man!!It's interesting...
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