Don’t you sometimes crave for a person who you can just pour your soul into and watch them absorb everything like a sponge? Is it too much to ask for someone who is just perfect in a way and gives you the right amount of, love, care and soul satisfaction? I guess life and people are not as perfect as we all would like them to be.
Have you ever stopped and just thought about your relationship with the other to be “too good to be true” or “meant to be?” Well, if these things are sometimes popping in to your mind chances are it probably is. Sometimes you could say you are waiting. Waiting patiently for more signs but yet keep on rejecting the signs. Do not worry, I have been through it and I am going to share those little signs that caught my eye. They were signs that told how we were like the shoe to her lace, the bread to his butter, the smile to her dimples.
A clear warning I would give you is that all these signs may not need to be your soulmate checklist but if it ticks off most points. Well, I don’t think I have to tell you the rest. Continue reading
It stood still, the moments. The memoirs.
She tucked it safe within herself.
Beautifully still, and untouched.
Her heart, mind and soul – her psyche.
Gathering it. Holding, locked.
You see, these memoirs were not good nor were they bad.They held life’s spectacular lessons branched into one entire. It awakened her. The soul, the erotic raw passion she felt – with a tinge of sadness. She controlled herself.
He saw her, sitting – talking incessantly. Wondering, if he kissed her mouth. Would she? Would she just hold it in, just for a minute. He was only what she could see. He sat silently. Kleptomanic was he? Silent. Serene. Frozen in time. Just a perfect painting on the wall. He sat. He watched her. He bewitched her.
What do you think? Sweet or bitter?
You act as if it was sweet. Everybody thinks its sweet.
Some say “I’ve never seen anything that looks so delicious!”
And didn’t I nod with agreement? Continue reading
Its still running on my mind the picture, the horrifying picture. Her tears pouring down her cheeks, her hands holding him with all her strength. Continue reading
She looked at him longingly, at the way things were. Emotionless and void of feelings, and yet inbetween them passed a billion senses that interwove the understanding that this was not just a game. It was something more, wholly catastrophic she sensed. She wanted to put her defenses up but how could she? His defenses were higher, she knew it but still, every time he looked at her; she felt something fatalistically unsolveable. He clung onto her, she felt. He didn’t want to let go and something terrible caught her chest. It throbbed. Because in that mere miniscule of a moment, she clung onto him wholeheartedly and realized: that no matter what she did. She would grasp him in his entire being and form. Continue reading