From True Love To Just Friends

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We met at Nescafe!!. And our love greww in CCD..!!
Its been a decade now. I was in love with her and still i am. I used to stay awake for the whole night. With her, sleep was just a dream. In the begning our relationship was strong. She would help me in every pursit. She would help me concentrate and keep me motivated for long time. It was due to her i wrote a lot of stories, poems. She was my creative muse. She was the one who was with me thru thick n thin…

But at times she was black, like a dark black hole. She wouldnt let me sleep despite my wish. I went through Paranoia and anxiety becuase of her and.even hallucination when i was at the peak of our relationship. But still i always kept her, a special place in my life.

And then one day we had a massive breakup.. It was me.. I had to move away from her.. I was addicted to her.. So much that couldnt concentrate or study or write.. I felt like without her i am just a snob, a good for nuthin.. So i left her. We grew apart. In the begning it was twice a day contact then it slimmed down to once a three day.

And now we are just good friends.

Thats the reason i started having an affair with TEA now.. I dumped COFFEE..
– my lovestory with coffee..

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What do We Talk When We Talk About Love!

If its not showing love and care…
Not even being always there…
Then what do we talk…
When we talk about love…

If its not touches and kisses…
Not even sending messages of wishes…
Then what do we talk…
When we talk of love…

If its not about gifts and cards…
Not even walking miles of yards…
Then what do we talk…
When we talk about love…

If its not about bread and wine…
Not even siting together to dine…
Then what do we talk…
When we talk about love…

Its first submission and then compromise…
To hang on till eternity and still suffice…
And this is why we dont talk much…
When we talk about this love…

Love’s Unconsiousness!

Intricately indulged in the lap of love…

Lost in the mists of heart…
Overpowered by a desire…
Volatile to the wishes…
Embarking on an eternal journey …

My eyes look for you…
And my ears your voice…
No matter how far you are …
Still every moment is intoxicating…
Heaven knows what it means…
And I resign to this unconsciousness…

//its an Acrostic poem for someone//

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An Eternal Kiss.

Tis a dream of open eyes

That made my consciousness quiver

And my body shiver

I closed my eyes

To look into me

From within and outside

I see a girl and call fairy

And she turned fairy

Her lips touched mine

She emptied me off

And took my grief

And left me blank

I gazed the sky above

He reflected my hollowness

I asked her again

This time she filled me with joy

And added some strength

And my consciousness aroused

An eternal kiss;

When love becomes possession.

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love and be free..
make love, admire and sojourn,
Compose loathe and for forever..
get down deeper but be free..

create a void, love more,
create space not rules..
live life not laws..
free and wild,
not wild and free,

Destitute, desolate and forlorn..
And a lot more, they possess love..
Freedom is slavery, peace is war
Love is lust, lust not love..
Adulate is adulterate.
And the free tied to pillars.
Hand’s cuffed shoulder’s bowed,
When love becomes possession.
©fidoic

Blood Honor and Partition

What I saw the next moment was most horrifying. My sister’s head fell. Her body fell on one side and her head on other. Fountains of blood colored the floor. My father’s face was all blood. So were his clothes.

I fainted. I was in shock. How can a father behead his daughter? How can all those people be spectators? How can a girl come to get slaughtered? How can her face portray pride in death? How? How? Tears were rolling down from my eyes. All these questions flashed in my mind. I was lying down, nearly comatose. The moment I woke up, I saw that I was soaked in blood. My sister’s blood had reached me

Read the complete tragic and horrifying story about Partition of India and its Goriness My write up at http://www.thebigroundtable.com/stories/blood-honor-partition-survivors-story/

to dad..!!

*fictious letter… from a novella in-progress by me…

Dear dad.

It might sound absurd that I am writing you a letter when we almost talk daily on phone, bud dad this is about something which I have seldom talked. You might have already guessed that this is about the girl I always talk, if so, than you are right.

I know this girl from almost a year now, she studies with me in here. We started as good buddies. She is a nice lady, a true friend of mine. She understands me, and so do I. From past one year, she is a constant and consistent companion of mine thru thick and thin. She has been a guiding force for me here. And to be true I am staying here only because of her. Dad you know how much I hate this job and this place, the only thing that keeps me in this place is she.

This letter is an introduction of hers to you. Dad, I love this girl and want her to be in our family. I know you might be thinking that I am attracted to her, but no, I truly know this girl and she is a true bride material suiting all your needs. As you always say, a good human being is all you need, she is packed with politeness and a caring heart like mom, a sensible brain and a mature approach like you, and a kiddish smile and a tender heart like lil bro. Dad you can trust me on this, she will be a fantastic, daughter(-in-law), wife, and fit in our family.

But that is half of it. Her name is ******. She is a ******. I know it will come as a shock to you. But then, you only say that a person is not a Hindu or Muslim or from any religion, he is a human being. I hope I am not doing anything wrong in your eyes. It may be wrong for the society we live in, it may be wrong for the relatives of ours, but dad I don’t care, all I care is you and mom. It was you who raised me, not the society, nor the relative, it was you who cared for me, it was you dad. So all I care is you. You know, I have never asked you anything in all my life, I have always tried to be a worthy son, I have always made you proud of me. I have never let you down. And this time too dad, you can count on me.

I know you will understand me, but for mom it will be hard. And I keep this for you to decide. I hope next time when you come to Here, you will surely like to meet her.

Thanks
Your son