From DREAMS to ASHES 🔥

-


Dear dearest..
Isn't that strange I still find guts to call you my dearest even when it's more than a year when you left without even a goodbye not only a goodbye that was the unsaid end without a bye.. Let good go to the hell..

No, don't worry.. It's not a complain letter to you but it's just that I am writing this just to make you believe that or get it into your notice that.. Someone on the other end is still waiting for you, a crazy,mad, stupid, little kiddo is standing alone and is still waiting for you on the other end of the shore exactly where you left her a year maybe more ago..

Your unsaid bye is still something I am waiting for, at least return back with explanations which I never asked but I should be aware of.
Explanations of where I went wrong, explanations for the undeserved ending, want to listen all those unwanted but necessary statements explaining about how you could leave just like you wanted to, explanation about why you entered if you had to present me the days like these are I am living, explaining those lies which my instinct already told me but you always neglected, explaining how the I love you you said faded so fast?, explaining about the untold incidents and betrays,explaining about how those long long paragraph conversations got replaced with no replies or single emoji, explaining why my all the problems suddenly started irritating you, explaining how your beyond the universe started not mattering you, explaining how distace separated us when it was all true, explaining suddenly how you started hating teddy bears, and explaining about WHY THAT HAPPENED ACTUALLY HAPPENED?

I am not forcing you for anything but atlest explain me why I got the betrayal when the only thing I did was to LOVE you ❤️

Dearie, its been more than a year and I am tired now,tired not of waiting but of listening lies of you never returning back, not tired of staying alone but of the feeling that I will never have you as MINE again,tired of memories we made together not because it has you but because now I don't have you and they haunt me like worse of my nightmares, tired not of dreaming but of DREAMS becoming ASHES.. ❤️

Love-
GAMI❤️

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

And THIS TIME I CHOOSE MYSELF

-
Image
This Is Me Letting You Go Dear You, I waited before writing this. Not because I didn’t know what to say, but because I wanted my words to come from peace, not pain. Loving you was never my regret. What hurt wasn’t loving you, it was loving someone who wasn’t fully sure. And I deserve certainty. I stayed longer than I should have, not because I was weak, but because I believed in US. I believed feelings grow. I believed confusion fades. I believed love, if real, becomes brave. But I have learned something quietly powerful: If someone needs too much time to choose you, they are already choosing something else. Maybe fear. Maybe comfort. Maybe themselves. And that’s okay. I don’t hate you. I don’t even resent you. I just refuse to shrink anymore. I refuse to make myself easier to leave. Quieter to keep. Smaller to hold. I loved you honestly. I showed up. I stayed, when nobody else really did. I tried. And now, I release. Not dramatically. Not loudly. Just with dignity. You wer...
Read more

PARCEL

-
Image
Brown color carton box kept on the floor,  in the middle of the dining hall, dad was applying tape and packing it. " Kuch aur rakhna hai?" he asked. Lost in my world, I ignored him, and he kept on packing the carton. Gamini, "Address kya hai?" he asked again, still not receiving any reply, he loudly asked, "Are Bhai! Address kya hai? What is the address gamu? Suddenly experiencing goosebumps all over my body, shocked, stammering, and in a nervous tone, I replied, "Wo! Wo! Umm aap rhny do main khud likh lungi" ( you leave it, I will write it on my own). Walking towards that box, a projector switched on in my brain of all the lies he told me, all the nights I was broke. Sitting down unpacking the tape, I keep a letter inside the box. I tried to hide it, but Dad knew what I was up to, so I reapplied the tape and stared at the box.  The letter said: Dear Boy-Friend Ex-Boyfriend Hi, I know I am no more the part of the forever journey you promised me, but ...
Read more

Who cares about the WIN 💔

-
Image
They say He Lost one of the most amazing thing but I Feel Like I Lost my Everything.... . They tell me he lost. They whisper, “His loss.” But my nights knows a different story. I remember folding my pride into a small, manageable square and carrying it back to him. I remember dialing his number with my heart loud enough to drown out the part of me that knew better. I remember lying obviously not for cruelty, but because truth sometimes sounded too fragile, too sharp, and I wanted to stitch us together even if the stitches were crooked. I remember emptying pockets of myself as in my friends left on the pavement of our arguments because I chose to chase a version of us. I let the people who saw me whole fade into the background so his silhouette could fill the frame. I told myself his contradictions were incomprehensible poetry. I turned his silence into an ocean of meaning and his absence into an exam I was destined to pass. I polished him into a hero in my story and careful...
Read more