Tag: love

Loving an object.

Isn’t it easier to love an object,
Than to love another person,
Because whatever happens,
The object won’t say a thing,
Nor would it complain for emotions,
And yet, it won’t say what’s in it’s heart,
Or what it went through during the days.

But isn’t it easier to love an object,
One which is much easier to chase,
As it doesn’t walk away from you,
Nor would it do anything to frustrate,
And yet thinking back I go realize,
That it won’t make you smile or cry,
It will be there just like you want it to.

So then why not love the object,
It will remain there forever in time,
Whether you are angry or sad,
Or you feel happiness or joy,
It will always stand their firmly,
Without blinking an eye or dropping a sweat,
Just like the senseless fool it’s supposed to be.

But then how can I love the object,
When I know that it can’t reciprocate,
Knowing full well that it can’t even try,
And help me talk out when I am annoyed,
But how would it know if I do exist,
And how would it even remember me,
After I leave this world but not the moments.

– Siddarth

A way.

If there was a way,
To hug you so tightly,
With a genuine heart,
And kiss your head lightly.

If there was a way,
To ask you out politely,
As my chest tightened,
While I waited a reply wisely.

If… there was a way,
To look at you nightly,
Calming the storm inside,
Because you make me lively.

If there was a way,
To do all of that timely,
And win your heart,
That’s what I want, precisely.

– Siddarth

Hesitant steps.

It’s distributed in levels,
The love I have for you;
Hesitant to take every step,
Is the next one already due?

What if I take the next step,
But all there is just darkness;
Will you be the light to guide me,
Or leave me longing for some brightness?

I really want to climb further,
If you would allow me to;
Else there is nothing I can do,
Please just give me a clue?

I think we can continue on,
Without thinking about the future;
Just live the present and move,
Wait, I shouldn’t care if I am the suitor?

Perhaps the time will come,
The truth will, slowly, show;
If the path is made of roses,
Or this will be another blow.

Forever.

I remember when you were here,
Never taking my eyes off you;
The striking appearance of that smile,
Made me love every subtle wrinkle.

I remember when you were here,
Both of us would manage the chores;
Some of the food that you made,
So bad, yet I miss it now even more.

I remember when you were here,
Talking about the future and life;
How to get a better house and car,
But most importantly a happy family.

I remember when you went away,
It was just a phone call on the cell;
The crisis of the year, the headlines,
A flight whose engine burst, fell.

I remember when you went away,
Gone were those happy memories;
The precious little lies and secrets,
The sweet memories and cries.

I remember when you went away,
Looking up at the sky at night;
Trying to find the unknown star,
All blurred with the tears in my eye.

I remember now, me and you, all of it,
The reason that we are now apart;
For there must be still meaning to life,
And fulfill all your wishes, before I depart.

I remember, that’s all I can say,
You won’t ever be alone from now;
Let me be here a little longer, love,
Pursue the dreams for which we vowed.

Have you ever seen?

Have you seen a person who is saved,
Rescued and given a chance to live;
Look at the expression in their eyes,
That’s one time that humans don’t lie.

Have you seen a person who is in love,
Pursuing the other without a question;
They seem to be blinded by the light,
Yet for them, it’s the best moments in life.

Have you seen a person who like a mother,
She carries you through all nine months;
And when she glances a look at your face,
All she can feel is peace, pride and care

Have you seen a person who cleans everyday,
They clean and work without recognition;
Doing one of important jobs of society,
Just to keep hygiene, making people thrive.

Have you ever seen those people,
Ones mentioned above and many more;
These who spread peace and happiness,
Just for us to live and enjoy to the core.

Is it this Simple?

“Only if I had a car”, Arnav thought, “She would be so impressed by me and probably break up with Rohan. That would be so great.”

After a year…

“I wish I had better looks”, Arnav thought, “Then she wouldn’t look at other guys and only think about me…”

After a year…

“I definitely need a better and sweet personality so that I can do sweet things for her”, Arnav thought, “and she wouldn’t be swayed by others.”

After a year…

“God give me strength to be able to give my life for her”, Arnav thought, “If only I can do that, she will admire me more.”

After a year…

She got married to another man with a decent living, who had simply told her, “I love you. However I might be, I will place you first before anything else in life.”

-Siddarth

The other half.

“Writings are just a waste of time”, the writer said, exhausted after reading a critics comments on his social fan page, “What is it that these people want? If they don’t want to read it then don’t. Who asked them to put in such awful comments?”

Kim looked at her husband, he certainly looked exhausted. Perhaps his time as an author was over after two consecutive bestsellers, or perhaps people wanted him to outdo himself this time… expectations too hard to catch up to. She sighed in her seat and went to make breakfast.

It was early in the morning, the location of this house let the writer hear the birds chirping. “Oh, what a bliss this is”, were the words on his first morning at the house. The writer would often get up early and look outside the window as the sun rose. Nowadays, the sound of these chirps was muffled by the voices of new comments and even though his eyes welcomed the rising sun, his thoughts kept recalling the critics words. The harder he tried to ignore it, the harder he tried to write the correct words, the more difficult it got with each passing day.

As time rushed forward, deadlines were missed, and thoughts became more chaotic. Less people followed him and there came a time when only a couple hundred were left. Scared to lose them as well, the writer tried to make the story based on the comments these followers commented… and went as far as to leak the final edit to a few to make sure that the words were appreciated. But as they say, conflict will arise if there is more than 1.

Slowly these couple hundred were reduced to a mere 10…and then one. Yes, there was one follower who always supported him, irrespective of what he wrote. That one was the only thing that kept him going, kept him sane. Even though he never listened to the changes Kim asked him to make, the words of that one follower was like law, needed to be thought on.

It was another five years when he realized that his wife was that follower, when he saw her laptop open by chance and matched the username of the follower. Tears rolled out his eyes for not seeing and understanding something right in front of his own eyes. That was the main purpose of a writer, to understand the feelings even if they are not said and yet he failed to see!?

As much time had passed in their relationship, he didn’t know how to communicate this to his wife even after knowing this fact. Nor did Kim know how to convey her feelings to him after all this time. And so, they kept on communicating online as a follower and the writer… knowing each other too well and yet not having the courage to break the ice.

Often, or rather almost every time it so happens that people forget to embrace and understand the ones closest to them, who always remain by their side. And they don’t get a chance to embrace them when they finally understand.

-Siddarth