I can survive and still live though you are gone, doesn't really matter, my heart won't shatter, what if i am alone. Let the flowers bloom let the birds chirp... I won't drown in gloom. Let the wind whisper sweet nothings, let the cloud flirt the fragrance, the lilting melody, the nightly croon. Nothing can make me miss you, nothing can sway,
but....
It rained today.......
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read it somehwere or somebody told me... yaad nahi .... uper sey it rained today toh aiween post ker dia .... and yeah yeah i know i do miss you whether it rains or not ... but this is true when ever it rains it brings a pain along.... it hurts more then it usually does... maybe coz we have lot of memories with it ...pata nahi yaar... but .... hmmm kuch nahi ... khush raho... and i do hope and pray that you are fine.... and obviously I STILL LOVE U !!
Showing posts with label Unconditional. Show all posts
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March 4, 2009
March 3, 2009
Love...
“What the f***… “ I cursed the lift.
This was it. It couldn’t get any worse. It had been a terrible, terrible day! Tears welled up in my eyes. God hated me. He did. Helpless, I dragged myself up the stairs, my breath interspersed with muffled sobs. I had hit nadir. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, I reached my destination—the seventh floor.
The door was open. He stood at the door, impatient, waiting for me. Alas, I was so absorbed in my sorrow that I walked right past him into the living room. He could sense that I was upset. Without uttering a word, he followed me into the kitchen. He stood there, looking at me as I opened the refrigerator, poured myself a glass of water, and gulped it. He still stood there, probably giving me time to come to terms with myself.
I sighed and started to walk towards the bathroom to wash my face. After gaining a little composure, I opened the door of the bathroom, only to find him waiting right outside. He simply looked at me with his deep brown eyes. He wanted to say something, probably ask me what was wrong; however, I was in no mood for such games—deciphering what’s going on in his mind. In a huff, I walked past him to my bed and lay there sobbing.
Suddenly, I felt him close, next to me, the warmth of his breath on my neck. The next moment, I felt his hand on mine… a sort of reassurance that he was there for me. I needn’t worry. His hair rubbed against my shoulder, still moist and fragrant from a shower about an hour ago.
I turned. Our eyes met. Oh those deep brown eyes! By then, my sobs had subsided a bit. And then, I closed my eyes as his lips landed a tender caress on my cheek. His grip on my hand tightened, as though he held it to calm me down. I opened my eyes to look at him. I can never forget the look on his face—innocent, reassuring, smiling, calming—it touched me deep inside my heart. Traces of a smile appeared on my face. Not a word was spoken. But still, I somehow knew that with him by my side, everything was going to be okay. He loved me… unconditionally.
Tears welled up in my eyes yet again, but this time around, they were tears of joy, of love, of belonging. I lovingly ran my fingers through his hair, smiling and crying at the same time… to which, he responded…
…with a jubilant “Bow wow!”
All was fine. Life was beautiful again. With Trixcy around, it would always be…
PS: This post is espcially for Trixcy, my pet doggie. Every evening, he waits for me at the door, and follows me all over the house wagging his tail. He can't read this, but he is right here, sitting next to me and staring at the screen and now, at me... with the same deep brown eyes, as I post this. :)
This was it. It couldn’t get any worse. It had been a terrible, terrible day! Tears welled up in my eyes. God hated me. He did. Helpless, I dragged myself up the stairs, my breath interspersed with muffled sobs. I had hit nadir. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, I reached my destination—the seventh floor.
The door was open. He stood at the door, impatient, waiting for me. Alas, I was so absorbed in my sorrow that I walked right past him into the living room. He could sense that I was upset. Without uttering a word, he followed me into the kitchen. He stood there, looking at me as I opened the refrigerator, poured myself a glass of water, and gulped it. He still stood there, probably giving me time to come to terms with myself.
I sighed and started to walk towards the bathroom to wash my face. After gaining a little composure, I opened the door of the bathroom, only to find him waiting right outside. He simply looked at me with his deep brown eyes. He wanted to say something, probably ask me what was wrong; however, I was in no mood for such games—deciphering what’s going on in his mind. In a huff, I walked past him to my bed and lay there sobbing.
Suddenly, I felt him close, next to me, the warmth of his breath on my neck. The next moment, I felt his hand on mine… a sort of reassurance that he was there for me. I needn’t worry. His hair rubbed against my shoulder, still moist and fragrant from a shower about an hour ago.
I turned. Our eyes met. Oh those deep brown eyes! By then, my sobs had subsided a bit. And then, I closed my eyes as his lips landed a tender caress on my cheek. His grip on my hand tightened, as though he held it to calm me down. I opened my eyes to look at him. I can never forget the look on his face—innocent, reassuring, smiling, calming—it touched me deep inside my heart. Traces of a smile appeared on my face. Not a word was spoken. But still, I somehow knew that with him by my side, everything was going to be okay. He loved me… unconditionally.
Tears welled up in my eyes yet again, but this time around, they were tears of joy, of love, of belonging. I lovingly ran my fingers through his hair, smiling and crying at the same time… to which, he responded…
…with a jubilant “Bow wow!”
All was fine. Life was beautiful again. With Trixcy around, it would always be…
PS: This post is espcially for Trixcy, my pet doggie. Every evening, he waits for me at the door, and follows me all over the house wagging his tail. He can't read this, but he is right here, sitting next to me and staring at the screen and now, at me... with the same deep brown eyes, as I post this. :)
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