And I thought I was yours forever, May be I was mistaken. All of the sudden, you don't know where the loves goes. The love that once made you crazy and happy at the same time. Just asking myself, Where does love go when it dies ? Where do tears go when they're cried ? And who are you if you're not mine?
Eyes closed, Remember when the love is gone, remember it once made you felt like you're the most happiest person in the world. We hold each others hand and our silence tries to talk and we wonder what hijacked our love. But, " Silence says alot in a little while "
You call me insecure, sentimental. And, now conversations don't flow and both of us feel low. Your voice is searching for something to say, but you know where it went wrong. Listening to the same song, you forgot what is right and what is wrong.
After all this time, I slept in peace knowing it was love and it was enough, somehow. But, you were not sure. You say, my eyes speak a lot and What you see is love for yourself in my dark brown eyes. But, Something ruined our love that I hope would be special. You call it insecurity. Your name is at the tip of my tongue but I don't know how to enunciate it anymore. Still there's a hope that you"ll be my home and my hands will want to be held. In the wee hours of night, I will build sandcastles thinking you"ll be there standing next to me when the see sweeps away. And you"ll ask me, is this love ? Forgive me if i hesitate.
The idea of your absence haunts me everyday. So, I"ll choose to love you, until it hurts. And, I will teach you how to love, But, promise me you won't teach me what heartbreak is, again.
Written By : Durgesh Rai | @durgeshraiforever
Out of the mountains into the plains,
Evening view of the Patagonian steepes.
Miles and miles of gauchos and grass:
Pink glassed sight of a journey nearing its end.
From dream to real to souvenir,
Crazy how a dream becomes real;
Only to fade back into what it's been
Before it became manifested and lived:
From wish to memory - both a dream...
(Thanks photography to make it lucid.)
•Neither Here Nor There•
Little update on where I'm at ~ Still have some pictures to share of El Calafate/Glaciar Perito Moreno and Mar del Plata to finish my South America photo journey before I start my Middle Eastern one. (Not pictured here but actually where I'm at: Jerusalem 13,874km.) Until then, the arrows and distance are just an excuse to get moving...So, shall we?
A tapestry to voices unspoken
Drops of water string and woven
Between rocks and time ears carved open
Continuous sound abundant broken
Chatter falls from ice white oceans
Voice and channel to silence mountains
Below it echoes echoes echoes if listened
Rough edges of the witness smoothens