A feeling called LOVE!

You walked away without looking back,
And I hoped that,
Wherever you went, whenever it was,
Even if the orange sun didn’t rise,
From the magnificent eastern horizon,
That you’d never forget,
That you were once,
mine,
That we once treasured,
feelings.

I hoped that in your tempestuous future,

In our parallel futures,
We may look back with eyes wet from, crying,
Weeping torrents of tears,
We may glance back,
Reckon,
In sadness,
With pain,
That we once were,
lovers.

I remember the dreams that we fondly, shared,

Yes! We once shared,
And amidst my grueling sobs,
My agonizing sorrows,
I can only hope,
treading,
knowing,
That we once shared a feeling,
a tenacious feeling,
a feeling called LOVE.

What is love ?
Just a four letter word?
What is thi tantalizing feeling?
This feeling called love!?

WHY I WRITE

My literary ambitions are mixed up with feelings of being isolated and undervalued. I know I have a facility for words and a power of facing unpleasant facts and situations, and I feel that I’ve created some sort of private life in literature in which I can get my own back for my failures, especially academically, in my everyday life. I do not only report to others but also to myself first and foremost. I like the communication aspect of writing since it gives me a ‘somewhat’ safe platform to question the authority, societal rules, culture and identity. I write not only to find a way into the world but also to hold it away from me so that sheer, senseless events would not devour me. I usually feel this powerful adrenaline rush and if I am in bed, I jump out and reach for my ever present pen, a paper and my old flashlight in order to pen down my sentiments. As most writers have sagely implied, during that compulsive state of inspiration, I replica a pregnant woman in labour pa...

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