You
know it was one of those days of pain. It was one of those days when you
embrace the lie as a truth knowingly and always hope for a miracle to happen. Emotions
from your past sin tend to came out of you like a magma tossing up from a ruptured
volcano. It was one of those suffocating afternoons when you got tired of
everything, even of your own life. I was accompanied by cigarettes & J. The
half lit, smoke filled room reminded me the trauma of that night again and
again. That night that changed everything. J was trying hard to cheer myself up
with his guitar. He knows me well. He always sings my favorite songs when my
pain gets unbearable like his. The best part of J is that I don’t have to tell
something about my mood to him. He can read me far better than anyone else.
Two
lost soul searching their way out from the labyrinth of Love. Two twisted tale
of Love. Two Confused guy caught in the crossroad of life oblivious to their
respective destiny. Two strangely similar stories, which revolves around their
life and sometime raises question against their existence. Two people trying
hard to find solace in each others grief. Why it’s so much difficult to deal
with the shattered dreams, broken promises and unrequited love?
It
hurts certainly. It hurts to see you in others arm. It hurts when I see myself
in the mirror. It hurts when I see people around me insanely in love with each
other. It hurts when blood oozes out from my veins and I couldn’t feel the
pain. It hurts when my scream didn’t reach to you and got unnoticed and it
equally hurts when I look at J only to find his pale face. I didn’t find him
smiling for ages. It hurts when I see everyday our love is dying a slow death
and I can’t do anything but screaming my heart out. There is no one to blame
for, not even you. Sometime all it takes a moment to forget someone and
sometimes a lifetime is not even enough to move on. Who knows? May be J is
right we have became too backdated in this fast forward world where every
emotion comes with a different price tags.
Had
I wished to, I could adopt your way to chose somebody to deal with the pain but
I hadn’t. I want to find bliss in your ignorance. You haven’t had that much of
depth even to realize what you have lost, what you left behind. Let me
allow to deal with the pain, let me allow to deal with your memories, let me
allow to deal with the nightmares; let me allow to deal with the betrayal, let
me allow to deal with the rage, let me allow to deal with the hate and let me
allow to deal with the unrequited love.
