It’s hard to see someone you love…

It’s hard to see someone you love, loving someone else, but it’s harder to see that person not getting his love because you know and can feel the pain and the sad part is you can’t do anything about it. You just lay back and fantasize how things would have been if you both were together and if there was no love triangle. You wish to run to him, but his betrayal won’t let you dare to step forward or to accept him. In all your prayers you ask to get someone who will be loyal to you and when you get that one you get skeptical about him about everything because of your past experiences.
But, this is life. I know skepticism comes automatically when the one you love with all your heart ditch you. Those people think it’s alright to cheat on someone because they believe that everyone would recover eventually. What they don’t know is that in their process they don’t just hurt people instead they ruin them. Sometimes the damage they cause is beyond repairable. Yes, you would recover eventually, but at times a lifetime gets short to get recovered.
I know it’s hard, I know how a heart aches every second, but imagine if you would have spent more time with that person how worse your condition would have been. Nowadays not many people can love a broken heart person. But, remember if someone walks into your life and is ready to spend his life trying to make you believe in love, then don’t be skeptical and accept that person. Maybe you would thank your life later for having a heartbreak, because of which you could differentiate between a genuine and a fake person. You could make a difference between a selfless and a selfish person. Be free and accept what’s coming towards you, for you.

Harleen Kaur
Fb/Insta- SoulUnraveler
harleen63.wordpress.com

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You can’t handle me…

You can’t handle me at my best, you can’t tolerate me at my worst, for I am too difficult to manage and it’s not your fault. Your only fault was that without knowing me you said: ‘you are as easy to handle as taking a breath.’ You are a heap of lies, and I am a grain of truth. One day you will get someone like you, and you will cry regretting the lost you bore, but it would have been too late by then.

Harleen Kaur
Fb/Insta- SoulUnraveler
harleen63.wordpress.com

I was dead inside.!

I was dead inside. I tried to find meaning in everything and everywhere, but all seemed meaningless as if all the reality has turned into fiction. All characters were playing their role so well, but I could still figure out how fake and shallow they were inside.
Everything was so beautiful, yet ugly in their respective way. Then, when I was about to give up on everything, I met you, who could understand me well, who was neither fake nor shallow nor a hypocrite. You were a part of me always, and I never appreciated you. All the time in the world felt short for us. I could see how all the flowers which were dead once started blooming. I felt fresh even in the most polluted air. I saw how everyone is struggling with something or the other and here I am, content with the reality I found. I had that energy and all those positive vibes even on the most tiring day.
People thought I have gone numb and emotionless, little did they know the level at which I could feel or empathize. They did everything in their power to set us apart, and after a time their attempts started succeeding. I once again started feeling dead inside. People thought they did a great deed by curing my depression, little did they know they pushed me towards depression.
Then one day you found me again. You said you were never gone, instead flickered for a while as the storm was passing. You explained that whats innate you cannot be separated, no matter how much you or this world tries. You taught me to be more forbearing.
Alas! What would I have done, or how would I have expressed myself without you, my “WRITING”? You held me at my lowest when everyone left. You helped me to be eloquent and blunt. You made me stronger and gentle at the same time. I wish you to grow stronger and never let this bond break.

Harleen Kaur
Fb/Insta- SoulUnraveler
harleen63.wordpress.com