Wednesday, November 09, 2005

Broken hearts!

Broken hearts.... two words that almost everyone who has passed the teens relates to. How many days spent longing for the loved one, how many spent crying over the fights that we have had, and the laughter that we have shared. Yet, we move on... only to go back to them again. Coz people move on, memories don't!

The first day I saw her, I wanted nothing but her. Nothing in this world would ever matter so much, as much as her smile, her tresses ... falling on her face.... Yet, it does not always work out such! Boss up there has different plans!! You move on, people move on... memories don't!

And it is not only a question of love. Best friendships are broken, never to be mended again. And by the time you go back, you have nothing left! All that is left are memories! So many friends lost, and you realize their importance only when you need them the most, when you are all alone, and need that shoulder to rest on.

Some relationships are broken for no reason whatsoever, really no reason at all. And you never know why you even thought of breaking them. But break you did. And you realize how stupid you were only in hindsight! A pity really that man wants every relation in the world...yet is responsible for breaking them in the first place.

And then begins the process of rebuilding... a process as slow and painful as life itself. Or as death itself! Depends on how you look at it. It's never easy... and you can be rest assured that you are not going to get back that relationship again... anything you salvage is only a compromise. You have lost a chance once, the next time is not your choice, it is HIS!

I do not pretend that the pain I felt that night was any greater or less than the pain of anyone else; nor the draw to deaden that pain any more or less powerful. These are the moments when the world spills over with evil and everything good, true, and beautiful is crushed. But this is also when hope always springs up! This cycle is what keeps life going.

As Wilde says, " Hearts live by being wounded " How very true!

These are some lines that I always like to read.... again and again..

" i've been living my life alone
trying to get you out of my life
but after all this time
i can't help myself but miss you "


To all your broken hearts, LOVE... all over again!

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