Rashmisut

Dear Love, The day when I first met you, when our eyes met, I had given you place in my heart. Really, like the real world, if dream world had some reality, then my rest of life would have been real. I would have spent all my nights in dreams… We can only see the distant moon, but can’t touch. You are also like that distant moon. How can I tell you my inner stories? You have gone, but your memories have become part of my life with which I am surviving. Without you, there is no memory, and there is no life… The day when I had seen you, I had made you my dream girl; not only in my dreams, but in my body, mind and soul too… I had dreamt of giving all worldly happiness to you… But what happened! The strings of guitar broke, all songs became lifeless, all the drawings that I had drawn using canvas got changed, and the petals of rose fell down…  I still remember those memories… I wanted to speak my heart, but could not… I still remember you, but how can I explain that to you? ...

She said love is a dream. He said love is a sham. She said love was life. He said love is a farce. She said love is divine. He said love is evil. They were diversity brought together. She was a dreamer, he a realist. But what they had in common was respect for each other. And of course, they were friends. For the rest, it was a wonder how they got along so well. When mentioned, she used to give a wry smile and he, used to just roll his eyes. But they did get along so well. After all they were supposed to be mature and grown up when it came to relationships. She was a prankster. He was very serious. She loved to make faces, talk like a kid, fool around and majorly have fun. He was just the opposite. For him, work was worship. She loved to have more friends. He kept to his old friends. Cherished them, and was willing to die for them. She had loads of friends, and kept forgetting people’s names when they called her up. He used to shout at her. She was not the one used with being shou...

... is the silent song between two souls.

I'm not begging you to love me. I'm not really even asking you. But, isn't it alright If I cherish that hope in my heart? If I dream of just holding your hand, It will hurt me - not you. I will try to keep my eyes from shining When they see you. And I promise I will try not to smile a special smile When you say hello. but, please Don't ask me Not to love you...

She said love is a dream. He said love is a sham. She said love was life. He said love is a farce. She said love is divine. He said love is evil. They were diversity brought together. She was a dreamer, he a realist. But what they had in common was respect for each other. And of course, they were friends. For the rest, it was a wonder how they got along so well. When mentioned, she used to give a wry smile and he, used to just roll his eyes. But they did get along so well. After all they were supposed to be mature and grown up when it came to relationships. She was a prankster. He was very serious. She loved to make faces, talk like a kid, fool around and majorly have fun. He was just the opposite. For him, work was worship. She loved to have more friends. He kept to his old friends. Cherished them, and was willing to die for them. She had loads of friends, and kept forgetting people’s names when they called her up. He used to shout at her. She was not the one used with being shou...