Finally I succeed with a comeback and here I am, again with
my bloggers!! Believe me, it sounds awesome when people come up like, “Demit,
You are still alive!” BTW I am still.
Actually, just recently I came across a stranger’s status on
Facebook (by how, I don’t like social networking so much, now) - ‘the one who I
had someday, the one drove me through the golden days of my life, is the only
one responsible for evolving me into an overrated bustard!!! I know you would
never see this but you were, you are and you’ll remain “A bitch” only. And how
big scoundrel I am who still missing you”. L
Seriously, it was damned disturbing. I really didn’t get him
exactly and anyhow got so curious to know what happened and through how terrible
conditions that sufferer (Lover, Looser or who knows scoundrel, don’t know) had
strolled? How could he become so pathetic for someone who once loved him? Did his Girl really unable to sense the fire
concealed his frozen feelings inside?
More then interesting and fascinating, his status headed me
back to my earlier days, perplexed like hell. Why does love have to give so
much pain and emptiness?
Revising my lost love, I ended with “You were right, my
stranger friend. Shit happened to everyone.” ”I too miss her, buddy!” She is
the only one that I hate yet relate to. Her existence is the only I tend to run
away from yet my sole shelter. Her name is the only name I keen to rub from my page
of life yet my only scream every night. Though she abandoned me with no hope, I
still miss her. I still like her. I still want to be with her. Still wish to
meet her. I still love her. So still, I am alive…………….
When
the rays of sun stop bleaching my ways ahead, when the tweeting birds route
back to their nests, when the ascending moon starts dwarfing whole world into black,
only her name howls inside and I realize “Oh, again it’s dark!”
I can’t explain
or you jus say “I don’t have anything to”
or you jus say “I don’t have anything to”
Though, don know
who still
Carries
your memories inside
My empty hands or this
broken heart
A harmed soul or
few untold whispers
Or
my silence
Who
could be so strong?
For now
Alike a mystery, I
am silent
sitting at the
shore of present
revising that past
you were never to
break my heart
you were never
been so harsh
Was that really
"Love" or
JUst a lie
A lie to rely
All way, I am new
now.
Newer actually
Newer, brighter
and happier
But not lovable anyhow........... 









