Oh what a strange world of Love, you keep craving for someone while someone else keeps craving for you.

I know what you’d want of me, but my heart has turned. It has fallen into a place like a piece in a puzzle. Maybe it’s a wrong place, but like a stubborn child who dreams of her own accord, fancies it so and desperately wants to fit it there because she thinks it looks beautiful, -I try hard.

Ah, when beauty of things took over the practicality, when we could love things wrong and right alike, loving them without knowing what they could do to us, love them without eyeing the future. But alas, we are not supposed to be dream-weavers anymore.

I accept it for what it is, no give and take here -I know, but know this, I am not the same woman anymore, so it’s difficult to be her, but for you I’m trying- Don’t look into my efforts, just look into my eyes. 

Can’t you see? When I look at you, my eyes would not part with the vision for the Seven Wonders of the World. They hate blinking but they are ashamed of making you awkward. I try to turn down the ferocity of the gaze, but it’s my soul- I cannot control. Do not hope I close my eyes. I can’t do that; I have my heart to answer to.  Not as sympathetic as you, it would not forgive me.

I am the object of humor, scrutiny, curiosity and criticism. Everyone stares at me while I stare at you unabashedly. I am scared to look behind the shoulder. But fair trade, there is some pain in pleasure; And pleasure in pain.

There is a story in a story

And a dream within a dream

And one day, someday,

It might shine on you like a gleam

A light reflected from my soul

In you, as there is where it lies humbly,

Ever since it you stole.

Once he drew
With one long kiss my whole soul thro'
My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.
~Alfred Lord Tennyson