My Cape of Good Hope

When I had no words to adorn my love I prefixed ‘lost’ with it. Love was my self made belief, solace and was my realm of comfortness; inspired by her. A happy heart was me inside my fool’s paradise. But when you understand no illusion is a perpetual joy, you get into the groove of ground reality. Your mental state will confine to the life now, you start to think like a man.

Love always soothes you to the near perfect human being, although perfection is much more of pretence. Even if the love leaves you unblessed, it nourishes and revives you with its perennial charm. It makes your heart, the purest part of you. It makes you a new self-effacing creep that you weren’t never before. You become a gentleman within no time. You now forget to think like a man!

When you’re in love you follow no other language than your heart’s vibes nor do you listen to any better music than the melody of your heart’s pound. You get melted in the ‘cape of good hope’ (not found on any maps) stranded, searching the shape of your soul in the cutest white pearls. The magic spell of love trounces you to the abyss of your dreams to make you struggle, work hard to win what your heart desired for.

For me, love was a little too precious than the shine of the hardest substance hallmarked to be remained forever. It gave me an impetus to run without being drowned to fatigue. It was my luck ordained by her to cherish what really wasn’t real. It was a kind of love where I tried to negotiate its warmth with my destiny; but failed. It made me recognize that not all losses make you cry, but quite a few impels you to care for your simplest dream; to continue to live.
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When you seek for, you get liberated!

When your beliefs are broken, you understand better; actually what reality is.
You recognize that you’re not anymore a mongrel of unidentified breed. You thank your time and luck that have rejoined with you. A new yellow morning helps your lungs breathe in new stack of fresh air. You start breathing hassle-free.

The unseen creepers of gloom, which were entwined to your heart gets decayed.
Your only sky above, again become cloudless, permitting you to think what were the memories lost? do memory ever get lost?

You see a flock of birds flying to their destination. They know their route, but you seek for yours. When you start seeking for the path you’ve to trudge, and the oath you’ve to keep for, the clear blue sky; which were once your inspiration to ablaze your dreams in shades of red will once again back your lucky stars.

You feel at the center stage, once again, you’re no lesser than a star. You re-discover the liberty that was guised in the oblivion that was until now. This very morning you are liberated. you seek for the better you.
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The Women I know.

Women are always unidentified. They never allow anyone to find their inner self for their reasons to be them! They make their own rules to remain unknown. From my life, I know (If I’m not mistaken) two class of women. Among the identified two, one cluster is the ones; somehow, or at certain point of time were with me for not any of my personal reasons. They liked me, or not; I believe, they are my friends. I’ve a unique place for them.

The other one which I know (the ‘exclusive singular’ which I’m taking for the other kind) is the one I believed as mine for my special excuses. But the problem is that she wants to be in my first cluster. For my preferences she remains a difference. We are extremes in my preferred group. Who said opposite attracts! (Even if the fact remains true that in me ‘nothing special’ that shimmers.)

She taught me that love is always kissing of two hearts. It is. She reminded me the love is yet not a selfish desperate yearning of a single heart. “When you feel blossoming of a spring in your heart alone, never mistook it as love.” She whispered. I always find it hard to believe why she remained as the one who loves to say ‘love me not’.

When ‘More- than – a – friend’ dilemma confuses me, I’ve no other countenance to search for or to be replaced; to soothe my heart’s undocked pain. For me she is always an answer for my unawareness. She made me understood that it’s hard to know a woman, and the women is not the one which I pre-conceived as. She is the one I love. Now I know, as she believes; “I don’t know her!”
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The Murderer of Love.

To be in love is,
Happiness expanded.

To engage in love is,
Emotions explored.

To separate from love is,
Ego’s energized.

To deny love is,
Circumstances cleared!

To discard love is,
No more excess love!

To Beg Love is,
Getting self killed.

In Love, I’m the Murderer of Me!
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The Eagerness that is you!

The eagerness which was glued on you,
Is today, my longing faded by you.

The moments I made tick for you,
Is today, my youth shortened by you.

The inspiration I derived from you,
Is today, my spur gust away by you.

The love that was christened to you,
Is for all days; my tears blessed by you.
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“Is it raining there?”

“Is it raining there?”
Yes, in my heart too…

I never had such a feeling of soothe,
I never heard your whisper go this fragile,

I never found drizzle’s sound any better!
I never felt any emotion, as piercing as you.

I never wish this sprinkle ever stop.
My dear, it is raining here, very hard.
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To know a 'special good' person!

“You don’t know me”,
It is true that;
I never knew you anything beyond my love.


“I’m not that good person as you think!”
I never had a false belief that there is some one
Equally as good as me, me and me! Oh!

“Don’t make me ‘that’ someone special in your life”
You were true; that I don’t deserve anything special!
Indeed, I’m aware that you didn’t mean I be worthy of any life!

"No coincidences will make the sun above shine brighter for me.
Nor the Omens will spark my blue moon’s wish."
Let me better know, who I’m, when your glow is missing.

but before -

“Let me try to know a different ‘special good’ person” -
Who is not you or neither me, but the distance;
That got widened from you to me!
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