Monday, April 25, 2011

Poetic Conversation between a sad girl and a jolly guy...

Few conversations are just special. This is one of them. It starts with the aim of irritating each other but ends with revealing few hidden miseries. While one opens her heart full of dead memories and past miseries, the other shares a consoling shoulder. This conversation just happen thus...

"A poetic conversation between a sad girl (G) and a jolly guy (B)":

(G): Floods of tears created a great ocean amidst my soul is sinking by and by ......
 
( B): thou shall then catch a small boat named hope and float along the sea of life

(G): in the desert of miseries and loneliness, hope is like a drop of water...my soul is thirsty...waiting for a miracle
 
(B): have the papaya juice of friendship and enjoy the sweetness that it pours into thy soul

(G):hundreds of friends i have, few are close too...yet m lonely, yet m silent..
 
(G):amidst the merry making crowd, there is someone crying, amidst cheering laughter, there is sobbing tears...i have a smile in my lips but my heart refuse to smile...
 
(B):O lonely bird, imprisoned in the mind cage thy itself created, spread the wings of heart, fly above the cloud of worries,indulge in the sweet fresh air of merriness, you will hear more laughter,less cries.....
 
(G):i flew and flew higher..in the air of love, the sky was lovely, the air was pleasant, carried away by emotions i was flying on and on...till my wings were cut and my eyes were bleeding...
 
(B): the feathers of hope thy bear,those tender things of love,clasped in the strong clutches of forged love, why fly into the wicked web of hope, why  not steer away.

The conversation thus ends. Though the sadness doesn't end in the girl's heart yet the boy definitely was able to lighten her heart and make her relax at least for some time.

It's hard to let it go....

Yesterday it was hard to hold it back and today it is hard to let it go. Is it complicated? May be it is or yeah it is complicated.

It is irresistible. I have been through both the phases and both were terrible failures though. Yesterday I was the victim and it was hard for me to hold it back. I tried and tried a lot but too difficult it was. It moved away released from my hard clutches and I couldn’t hold it. It just moved away beyond my sights and beyond my senses.

Today I am the offender. Everything is in my hand. I just need to loosen my grasp and let it go. But today too it is difficult. Yesterday I was helpless but today I am not then why is it so difficult?
 
Am I being too selfish? May be I am but it is just irresistible. Yesterday I was hurt and today I am hurt too. Yesterday it was the tears of being victimized; beholding the pain of losing something and today it is guilt. It is guilt of holding it hard, guilt of not letting it go and it is guilt of being the offender.

Not sure about which is a better position. The position of a victim or of an offender. Just can say it is too hard to resist. My heart doesn’t listen to my senses and everything just happens. Don’t blame me for being the offender. It is not that I didn’t try. I did try but what to do it is just too hard to let it go.