TOUGH to find, TOUGHER to let go
the happiest feeling is when they appreciate it and can understand the inclination towards the friendship.
it is the beauty of any relationship.
VALUE THE TRUE FRIENDS…. TOUGH to find, TOUGHER to let go…
TOUGH to find, TOUGHER to let go
” i think we should break-up now, i promise we will remain good friends”, these are the fragments of her last words that i remember. shattered, as i was to the extremes, but also at the loss of words.
estrangement is the atramentous emotion of our lives. no one wants to get separated from their beloved ones and it is an ache to remember, but which one? the separation or union? quite complicated cornucopia of emotions.
remaining friends with the same person is often a choice left for both of them. some regard it is another way of getting in touch with that person and rest find it too tough to get along. well, it is easier to love your friend, but it is toughest to befriend your love when you see her/him in someone else’s lap.
the truth be told, it has always been her/his love that we crave for and the warmth to keep us smiling. but, when we go through the break-up and still will to remain friends, it is not obvious for both of them to have consent to that.
how can we talk to each other now, but not that close?
how can we walk with each other, but not hands in hands?
how can you think of her/him, but not call her on?
well it needs a tough heart to love someone and give her/him all that you got with no expectations, but it takes a tougher heart to wear a scarf of pretense that you don’t care and remain friends. i don’t know, whether the tough heart or tougher hear is the victor, but i know the loser, it is US, (the boy and the girl).
break up is never the only solution to a misunderstanding. we could have walked a common path based on personal discussions. it will be the regret for long.
“say your heart, not yet over though,
we are not over to love each other, no,
we may hurt and fight, i understand,
but, beyond our love, nothing else can stand“
Commotion of empty emotions just flow,
Just from that broken heart to another one,
So less told those stories to anyone, but you,
No listener now, no one to hear those silly words.
Burnt out yet so true I suppose, oh my friend,
Dreams could be my only place to live in,
No, I cant reside in the reality so virile, I guess,
As me not shielded, weaker than ever before.
These teardrops wont make you feel good, I know!
If you were really with me now, my smile would appease
Thee. So no, guided by your perpetual shine,
I will rise and give thee pride to be friend of mine.
Only these remaining days should never be counted as days,
Each one is one to make you smile, if you were really here,
And in the other world, I suppose the chess of life had no loser,
No one to lose but to gain!
Or may be this is the final world of my imagination,
We never know, yet, till my soul rests in,
The last zephyr over my coffin besides yours, I wish,
Not in this life, but in afterlife, never wish to mislay you.
Back to that point where I always start,
To the point without a dimension, without a reason,
Oh! Silly heart attachment’s bitter part is estrangement,
Why thee tie strings too sturdy to break.?
it is just the perfect time of the life