I
sleep every night with the hope, that the things would be better. Never
ever imagined that things would change such adversely. I pulled the
pillow and hugged it the tightest I could as it is my sole companion
now.
With my eyes wide open I was just wondering how the things changed withing just few days. Things were good, we were good. It was getting better everyday, we were talking, little glance of each other made us smile. I was still bound into my past but rather had a hope that this time it's not going to be same again. Ah, yes things changes and as well the people changes and so am I. With hope of something better this time I heeded further.
Rather somewhere from the inside I wasn't good enough. Yup my health wasn't good. Severe headache most of the time and a lot of other aspects which even I wasn't able to understand. It was getting severe day by day, with the hope of something good this time, there was something that was killing me from inside; my health....Dubai....and then back to India. Yup holiday at my dad's new place in Dubai. It must be interesting..umm..
My love was blind for her and this blindness brought a thick curtain on my eyes with which I was even unable to notice that my bestie or brother and my true love was meant to be together. Yes, it was true that they loved each other, and the irony was that I was never aware about it or say I blind fooled myself in het love. Things went fizzy and I grew weird and was unable to handle this emotions and turmoil in my love life. The can is empty now, I looked straight, the sun about to set. The darkness was slowly surrounding me. I wanted to get another drink from inside my car but I didn't wanted to move my muscle. Those were jaulted. I looked at the sun and the sky, which with every second was getting darker.
My bestie loved her and thus she, but he never told me about it. It wasn't easy for me to bear the pain. I had nights with severe headaches and clouded mind which just had a single question running inside me, "Why didn't he told me before?" I shared every single secret of mine since the childhood but he didn't matched the patch. The warmth of hatred grew in me and sooner it swallowed me up. "I was a murderer, yes I murdered him." That's what I say to myself and curse myself. We had a fight about it, I argued with him for our friendship, I argued for not sharing the thoughts, I argued with him for the deep love that I had for her. I argued with him for everything and which in no matter of time turned into a fist fight and sooner into a violent one. We were standing in the mid of a busy street. He was choking my neck hard with his hands and I pushed him away just Jo hold my breathe and a speeded car came and ran over him. "I am a murderer. I murdered him."
It was dark outside now, the sun was set and the sky was dark. Merely few signs of nearby things were visible to me. I kept looking at the dark world around me. He was dead. After that I kept myself locked in my room for two months. I didn't engulfed any food for more than a week. The girls dad den her to abroad and I stayed here cursing my past and was answerless everytime and for everything. My dad helped me out to drag me out of it. I was depressed. He spent most of the hours with me. He just did everything that he could do to get his son back. I started coming here at the river bank where I always felt the best place to lie here and curse myself for the sin I committed. I WAS LADEN IN THE DEBT OF LOVE AND WAR which I knew that I would never be able to pay back.
With my eyes wide open I was just wondering how the things changed withing just few days. Things were good, we were good. It was getting better everyday, we were talking, little glance of each other made us smile. I was still bound into my past but rather had a hope that this time it's not going to be same again. Ah, yes things changes and as well the people changes and so am I. With hope of something better this time I heeded further.
Rather somewhere from the inside I wasn't good enough. Yup my health wasn't good. Severe headache most of the time and a lot of other aspects which even I wasn't able to understand. It was getting severe day by day, with the hope of something good this time, there was something that was killing me from inside; my health....Dubai....and then back to India. Yup holiday at my dad's new place in Dubai. It must be interesting..umm..
My love was blind for her and this blindness brought a thick curtain on my eyes with which I was even unable to notice that my bestie or brother and my true love was meant to be together. Yes, it was true that they loved each other, and the irony was that I was never aware about it or say I blind fooled myself in het love. Things went fizzy and I grew weird and was unable to handle this emotions and turmoil in my love life. The can is empty now, I looked straight, the sun about to set. The darkness was slowly surrounding me. I wanted to get another drink from inside my car but I didn't wanted to move my muscle. Those were jaulted. I looked at the sun and the sky, which with every second was getting darker.
My bestie loved her and thus she, but he never told me about it. It wasn't easy for me to bear the pain. I had nights with severe headaches and clouded mind which just had a single question running inside me, "Why didn't he told me before?" I shared every single secret of mine since the childhood but he didn't matched the patch. The warmth of hatred grew in me and sooner it swallowed me up. "I was a murderer, yes I murdered him." That's what I say to myself and curse myself. We had a fight about it, I argued with him for our friendship, I argued for not sharing the thoughts, I argued with him for the deep love that I had for her. I argued with him for everything and which in no matter of time turned into a fist fight and sooner into a violent one. We were standing in the mid of a busy street. He was choking my neck hard with his hands and I pushed him away just Jo hold my breathe and a speeded car came and ran over him. "I am a murderer. I murdered him."
It was dark outside now, the sun was set and the sky was dark. Merely few signs of nearby things were visible to me. I kept looking at the dark world around me. He was dead. After that I kept myself locked in my room for two months. I didn't engulfed any food for more than a week. The girls dad den her to abroad and I stayed here cursing my past and was answerless everytime and for everything. My dad helped me out to drag me out of it. I was depressed. He spent most of the hours with me. He just did everything that he could do to get his son back. I started coming here at the river bank where I always felt the best place to lie here and curse myself for the sin I committed. I WAS LADEN IN THE DEBT OF LOVE AND WAR which I knew that I would never be able to pay back.
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