December 23, 2015 § Leave a comment
You can rob her heart, rip it to pieces, and deride it like the wittiest joke you’ve ever cracked in life. You can help her climb a mountain only to watch her slide down hopelessly like the most dramatic scene you’ve ever enjoyed. You can take her to an arcane realm promising her wonders, yet when it’s time, you slash her right through and quaff her very blood like the best drink you’ve ever had. You are unstoppable, mutilating at will, yet no matter how complacent you feel soon thereafter, it is quite unexpected that some things you can never snatch from a living soul. Memories – things kept in the deepest part of the mind. Sealed. Untouched. Not even with your two hands can you reach them, let alone, simply eradicate. See, triumph is not all the time yours, for things you are oblivious of, leave you pathetic. Very pathetic. And that’s how you are going to live your life, not knowing even in dim light, her face beams so bright, elated by a modicum of good memory flickering from within.
September 28, 2015 § Leave a comment
Life is mysterious. Things explain themselves when you least expect, like when you’ve always noticed every single change that has taken place opposing the ordinary. You know when people suddenly lose interest in you when you are no more the piece of favourite biscuit, the dosage of caffeine they’ve got to take everyday. When you are no more the nightingale they love to listen to before they doze off dreaming. You know when you have now, quite suddenly, become like a luggage packed up with unwanted memories, left somewhere unknown to be consumed by time, abandoned, and rather forgotten without trace. You notice mostly everything but you decide to let the lips drawn tight. You have always known that the truth can be bitter and hurt excruciatingly worst than death. Anyhow, that’s something you inevitably have to swallow; people – be them lovers, friends, or strangers – always take leave when they find someone seems better. Thus, never expect to find unwavering loyalty in people. It does not ever exist except in fairy tale.
July 8, 2015 § Leave a comment
How do you like to be remembered? Me, I would like to be remembered like an elusive good book that does not appear lovable to everyone, gets underrated at times, yet never loses its rarity to inspire, whenever one comes down to the verge of despair, and that functions like ember, forgotten, but when the weather goes cold, one suddenly remembers to reignite it for warmth and comfort.
– Bits of Heaven, AM.