“Stories are as unique as the people who tell them, & the best stories are those in which the ending is a surprise.” By Nicholas Sparks, Book: The Choice
Here I come with the final part of the love series, after long time. An end which is a beginning in itself.
My heartfelt gratitude to my friend Eon Heath, who blogs at The Silhouette & Kuch Madhosh Pal, helped me in completing the final part of this series. Its through his writings,I have learned to read between the lines. As he says,” Hiding behind this veil, are emotions untold...”
Thanks a lot Eon :)
The first half of the post is written by Eon Heath, and the song selection of 'Lonely Nights' is by him.
Their Story...
He was still living with those few moments they spent together. How he wished he could tell her then that he didn’t have to use his imagination to sing, that song had always been for her.
The days passed. Each still holding tightly to the words whispered in silence. Those words unsaid were understood. Yet never reciprocated nor acknowledged, for fear of tainting the glass window that let them see each other.
“Why do people fall in love?”
Now-a-days it was hard not to think, hard to keep it buried in.
He just continued to gaze at her, with that smile playing on his lips. The smile that she despised in his presence and dream about, in his absence.
“Answer me please. Why do we fall in love?”
“We don’t decide whether to love someone or not, it just happens. And that is the beauty of it.”
“Even if it’s not meant to be?”
She knew it better than to ask. But still she needed to hear his words, not to be strong herself, but to give him the strength to carry on.
“What does it mean when we say that ‘Its not meant to be?’ We don’t love someone with a clause of that love to be requited, nor do we plan the destiny of the love beforehand and then plunge into it. Love is not something that has an end. Love stays. And it needs not two, but just one heart to nurture it.”
Those words reaffirmed her belief that she will always be loved.
Love is bliss,
Like an untimely rain,
I wanna feel it in you...
The summer rain,
I wanna feel it with you...
You may not walk with me,
I know..
But I carry you everywhere
Deep in my heart,
I carry you home...
He yet again resigned to the dark night. Another day was added to the years that had passed. And still the ritual continued. Looking for that face in the starlit sky. Before, he never understood what about the night sky was so enchanting to the inamoratas; now he was one of them...The night had become his companion, to live the part of her which was his forever. Her memories.
For i know,
Under the silent sky
When the stars shine down
You are mine
And you’ll be alive
In me...
© Eon Heath
The dazzling waves did not twinkle in her eyes in this evening.
Days passed by, what resided within her are the moments, the moments they had lived together gazing at the elegant twilight.
But the iridescent colors across the horizon are not consolatory and tranquilizing anymore, since he is not besides her.
She missed his tenderly look, his enthralling voice. She missed him as if her life has ceased.
The societal shackles uprooted the tree, their love.
Tonight and every night, she holds dear his memories. But being forlorn, she poured her feelings once again.
Ferocious storm,
Took away your love
Dried leaves,
Dying memories
Crushed flowers,
Essence of hatred
Raining hailstones,
Cut through my skin,
Bleeding,
Still standing,
Coz
I can’t feel the pain
Crimson River,
No ocean to meet,
No shore to end
Waited for dawn,
It never rose,
I Lost Hope
Someone stole the Star,
I can’t feel You
Life like starless sky,
We couldn’t even say goodbye
Tunes forgotten,
Music died.
She is hurt. She is broken, but she has no reason to be angry with anyone, as Love can never hurt a soul. It can never be stolen.
Because of You,
I knew What Love is
Love is abiding,
Love is enduring…
What keeps us alive is Love,
What keeps our souls entwined is Love…
Stars began to shine down in the enchanting sky, singing the forgotten melody.
She could hear the perennial music of love once again.
The brightest star winked at her and she smiled. Finally saying “Good Bye To YOU”
© Beyond Horizon
Love is always patient and kind. It is never jealous. Love is never boastful or conceited. It is never rude or selfish. It does not take offense and is not resentful. Love takes no pleasure in other people's sins, but delights in the truth. It is always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope, and to endure whatever comes. (A Walk To Remember)
