“I'll not write about love”, I had told myself
It's difficult
To hold myself from writing what's readily flowing from inside me.
I fear that things aren't permanent. I fear that it might take me to guilt trips in future. So I even ended up deleting 3 posts which were way to direct, for the person.
It feels as if everything is in my hand and despite knowing the fact it is not going to come to reality I'm letting it slip from my hands.
I didn't write on quora for some 15 days and it was a very rare gap because all that I could write were long paragraphs on what I felt and I didn't want to spoil anything .
And I dont know where I'm headed. I don't get attached to people or places but I don't understand the pull I'm feeling.
I don't know how I'll pull myself out of it because I know it's all in my head.
On many days it feels dreamy and one particular day, it gets to my head.
Realities are disturbing and so is staying in my head.
The clarity is painful and so is the beautiful feeling of having him around despite knowing the fact that I'm the only one cooking it up.
I hate the world.
If not for that things would always have been so easy
Love would have been just about the two people
And it wouldn't have been something I would have to ponder over like crazy.
Rab Raakha
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