The day he left me standing alone I made up my mind never to be so fragile and naive to be broken by someone. I thought what a fool I was trying to be a Nightingale when I can be the Eagle.
The beauty of life lies in its surprises.Just when you feel life is beautiful it shows you the worst days that leave you shattered and just when you are about to feel comfortable it makes you uncomfortable.
Like any other dejected soul I had made up my mind never to let someone control my happiness until you walked in like the first showers of Monsoons-fresh and nourishing.
Those lonely nights seem to be less fearful with you,those lazy afternoons too seemed to be like an adventure with someone equally insane.I don't know what I would have done if you weren't there organizing my shattered pieces.You are the one who restored my faith in the goodness of mankind.You are the one who taught me to be selfless.Around you I feel protected and safe but no it's not a romantic affair.
It's true love makes life beautiful but it also demands commitments and promises.Our bond surpasses all.You are like the beautiful Moon bright and beautiful.You are like the first kiss hard to forget.But no it's not Love.If it was then we both would have been burning and choking in the furnace of it.There's something between us very magical that makes it special.
You inspired me when I felt lost and you walked beside me like a shadow even when I didn't ask for.You are the one who made me forget my sorrows and showed life could be so Amazing.
I know on some nights between our silences you wanted to promise me a Thousand Splendid Suns or the warmth of the fireplace in the wintry cold nights.You wanted to pull me close and caress my wounds, you wanted to hold my hand and call me beautiful.But I am too scared to let it happen again. I am not a warrior to wage this war again, but a wounded knight seeking solace.
Some might call me selfish and some coward but I know you still can't occupy the void left by him and probably no one ever can.You called me your inspiration of writing. No one made me feel this special .I wish to remain remembered in your painful verse than be forgotten in somebody's joyful lyrics.