Scribbles...

Monday, 28 August 2017

Torn pages from forgotten love story,

If love is addiction then she's my cocaine. She must have hidden some kind of black magic in her big big eyes which spells over me every time she looks at me. Don't know how don't know why don't know when this girl stole my heart like a love thief and just walked away royally like a love queen!
At first I thought it is just a feeling that vanishes with time. so I stayed as far as I can from her, to avoid unnecessary trouble for temporary desire. But later, after 3 years I realized that it is a feeling that leaves my mind when my last breath leaves my body. But it's too late now, she is far away from me and my love is an orphan without her. I think I can't see her again. Why did I took so long to realize that I love her??may be I am afraid! I don't know.
Hmmm.. 
But now I am feeling like a an addict in rehab. Irritated, disturbed, confused. 
Living without her is barely a living for me.
I miss you, Rekha. 
I miss you a lot. :(