Sometimes someone enters into your life in such an exotic manner that thereby, they become a need to your survival. Such is the case with me after having her in my life.
“Karishma” The word means miracle and truly she did a magic to me.
Around 8 years back when we met, you had many options but you had chosen me. I still consider myself lucky to have you when I had nobody. The alone girl to whom everyone rejected or cheated, you supported her by showering love on her. You allowed me to reform my trust and give my best to a new relation, which we had just bonded.
After losing someone when you get a similar face, the person brings back the charm in your life. Same way you played the exact role of my lost birth partner. The thought of your being around me means breathe to my dead soul. Your innocent smile and talks has always been a pain reliever to me. They gave me strength to protect you from any harm so as I never lose the shine of your happiness in my life.
Maybe that’s the reason even my destiny is jealous for giving me the best, that’s you. She tried endless time to snatch you away but silly had forgotten, it could apart us but not makes us separate. For now I won’t let it happen. Even today, another time we are being tested for you are asked to go, leaving me alone. It seems like my soul won’t rest in peace and would keep waiting for you like forever…
With that every step of yours, which is making us apart;
With that every second of clock, which is killing the time;
With that each mile crossed by you, which is bring distance to us;
I feel I am losing my real self, my existence.
I met you with a smile on my face, but don’t consider that happiness. It’s a regard in return to your care and love on me. It’s a farewell wish, to spread that smile in your life.
My words don’t mean anything without you dear. I might have not said to you but my heart always cried to utter “Please don’t go!” Yet I won’t stop you for your better future. You too have a life which got a greater right on you, more than me.
So here I am ending with on this sweet note “Love is not just for lovers, friends share deeper bonding the definition of love”. Don’t ever miss me and if you do, you’ve got my diary of memories.
Let’s once again sing along the poem I wrote for you.
Yours only Mirchi