a little romance with life

Tracing the outline of his face from a photograph, she couldn't decide what she felt. Did his memories make her happy? Or sad? Did she hate him for leaving her like that, or did she hate herself for letting him leave? She stared once again at that face, the one she'd seen every single day since the past thirty years of her life, and it scared her that she still had no idea what she felt for him. No freaking idea. None at all. And we see people leave all the time. Some leave unwillingly, through illness or death; some leave because the burden gets too hard to bear. Some leave and take all joys with them, some because they've cried too long. It's hard to stop them, you know. Harder still when things keep mounting over time and the debt just gets more and more impossible to pay. She still didn't know what she wanted. Did she want him back, or was he gone for good? Or maybe she was just wishing she could start all over again? Have a new beginning, make a different ...

Life Never Felt The Way It Did Today She stared at the beautiful calm night She stared as the stars looked down at her and smiled And life never felt like a breeze of fresh air Life never felt the way it did today Caught in the tangles of faithlessness, she never thought she had it in her No, she never believed she could change She never realized she was the change Caught in the the web of self loathing, she hated the way she looked she hated how she smiled, how she talked and what she said Life was hard then, when she hated every bit of who she was Caught in self-pity, she felt sad for her poor self The world had treated her so bad- the days bled, the nights ached It was so difficult then, for she drowned in self pity She had closed herself in that box And when it got suffocating, she blamed the world It was past now, as the winds of change passed by her They whispered in her ears a change that spread through her very soul No longer were the days so hard, for she ...

She got up and slammed the door as she walked out of the house. It was all she had wanted to do since the past few days, she just could'nt take it anymore. She stood outside for a few minutes, it was dark and windy, her hair was tied back tight enough that not one strand had the courage to move about. Her kajal had sprewn beneath her eyes, she wore her brother's lose, comfortable shirt,straightened herself up and started walking. She realized she was wearing no shoes but was too angry to go back, plus this was probably her only chance to get away. Yes. That was all she had wanted to do- to get away. Go away somewhere far and now, somehow, her journey had begun. She did'nt care what a mess she looked like, it was nothing compared to the mess inside.. "Not that anyone cares anyway" she said smiling mockingly. It was her favourite laugh- one filled with anger and sadness. She laughed because she knew how entertaining God must be finding it all- her pain, her sufferi...