Very few people know the joy of love and amongst those few, fewer comprehend its meaning deep more than any sea ,warming more than sun's virtue and beautiful more than any nature.However few identical intellects play in the name of love,bring out its warp sense where it should enhance the grimy streets of heart filled with pure bliss,it rejuvenates the darkness,the sorrow behind those eyes know what its feels like to love,be loved and then lose….
Sitting beside her he grazed at her face filled with joy at having received a bunch of lilies,who says she wasn't same anymore was wrong! lilies were her favourite then and even now.He watched her upturned face as she took in the fragrance of those soft buds,he smiled she looked so calm now.Eyes betrayed the vision for she hardly remain non-violent, sheen layer of water formed as he looked at her state,her brazen head,pale face,hospital gown couldn't do any worse to this sight.She,his lady love was a victim of mental disability,he hated hospital if it hadn't been for their 2 year old girl she would have not been here,more than hospital he hated himself for being so helpless,so coward…
She turned to watch him,she grimaced as tears ran down his cheeks and wiped it harshly with the back of her hand and nodded in negative and again went to scrutinize the bunch in her hands.He was touched with her gesture unknown to her,he swiftly took her in his arms while she hardly noticed his presence,as he placed her gently over the bed she watched him and smiled for he was the only one who brought her flowers and never shouted at her or gave electric current.He looked at her she was still beautiful for him in every sense,he patted her head and sang an off-beat lullaby until she fell asleep.
Minutes later their daughter entered the room with her nanny,he took her small fingers and made her sit beside his beloved,their daughter like everyday kissed her mother's cheeks and he sighed,how cruel fate was!if only that accident-he took his daughter in his arms and was ready to go home…he walked towards the door when a sound attained his attention,he looked back with his daughter tucked in his arms to see the fallen flowers,it fell from her sleeping hands…how cruel life was,his life was also like these flowers no matter how much happiness you get but at the end of the day you have to fall….he exited the room tomorrow was another day and with a ray of hope he lived…
Love is not always about living its about feeling,many lovers get separated due to providence,some due to their mistakes but what doesn't gets separated is their love….the love which makes them courageous to face all pain without a word,endure all sufferings without any expression of it.True love isn't about giving and taking,its about giving all of your being just in the name of love.It isn't bound to any territory or religion it's a bird free from all worldly restrictions which knows nothing but love…
Ask those who lose their love even without letting them know of their love,what's worse to love someone,letting that person know and then lose it or to love someone,never letting that person know and still lose it and then regretting no matter about what had happened atleast you would have shed your heart to that someone!
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