Love is YOU

You walked into my life. I wished it be love between us.

You were standing closer to me. I sensed what love could be.

You filled my heart with desires. I knew I was being in love with you.

Your hand gripped to hold on me. I accepted being loved by you.

You popped the bubble around me. I realized I was dreaming of love.

You emptied my heart. I hoped I’d love you for that moment.


You again came to protect me. I loved those reasons in your eyes.

You couldn’t stop from expressing. I felt bliss in your love.

You pulled harder to embrace me. I had let you re-fill me with love.

Your love was making me mad. I desired to fall in love again over again.

You were holding my hand. I adored how your love taught me to blush.

You meant love to me.  I was becoming you, my love.


Your life played a roll over love. I forced my lips to curve into smile.

You told you are breaking us. I didn’t ask nor needed any justification.

I said what we did was not just love. You gazed into my eyes once.

You had hidden your tears. I wanted you to know I believed.

You couldn’t tell you still loved me. I wanted you to know, I knew that.

You went bringing distance in us. I had to leave with whatever we shared.


You got drenched in rain. I thought of us watching the rain.

You cried apology on sky. I was touched by gust of wind.

You weren’t there or near anymore. I knew love was forever, in our heart.

Your love happened for many reasons. I couldn’t let it end just for any reason.

You had decided to live without love. I searched you to live our love.


You happen to bump into me.“It’s just not love” I remembered my words.

Because whatever you and I did, was beyond love!


For you meant love to me.  I became you, my love.






Your little girl

“Why mummy is not waking up?”

The little girl asked horrified, to everyone standing around her. She was scared hearing those loud cries. She was hoping her mother to behold her tight and make her feel the warmth in those arms, where she always felt protective.
But she was unaware of the fact; her mother won’t be there anymore to wipe off her tears, to tickle her, to feed her food with her hands, to hold her tiny fingers and walk along, to scold her when she goes wrong, to lift her high in air and make her giggle.

Everyone there sympathized the little girl. They assured her, they will be there whenever she needs support. They wanted to give her hope and comfort.

My heart ached with the thought; she was too small to be told truth. I wished to pull her out of cries and crowd. I wished to say the truth aloud. If only all these people, now who are giving hope and comfort had shown that bit of care to her mother, she would have survived. Her mother would have not died, if they were there for her. But they let her cry and die.

I hope as she grew up, she know the fact, how much her mother fought for her and own survival against all these people. A day back, these were the ones blaming the girl for her mother’s worse condition. It was these people, who wanted her mother to bring up a boy and not a girl. She was obliged to listen them and ended up into risking her own life. Her risk led her to get entrapped by a painful disease, a disease against which she fought all alone, again. No one stood there to understand the pain going through her. Instead each one did things to make her journey of her treatment more painful.

Yes, I wanted to tell the little girl, her mother was a fighter. She had been a lady whose lips never stopped smiling. She had been someone who had always founded happiness in pain. And I wanted to say her, never let her sacrifice go in vain. You are the one who can keep her memories alive. You are the one who had always been her inspiration. And your existence even inspired me to write this piece of expression of her pain.

It’s been a year to the loss, but it could never be a past. Her laughter, her beautiful eyes and her care is still afresh in my mind. She not only meant the mother to that little girl, but had given equal mother-kind affection and love to me in my childhood. My heart wanted to reach her, support and help her. My words had tried to reach her many times. But my every effort was stopped from being expressed. Today while expressing them here, I know you won’t be reading it. But still with a hope, it may reach you, I am sharing it here. You always happen to hold that special place in my life and your little daughter; she was one of those wishes we wished together from falling stars. She will always remain as a sweet other you.


Past few days had been painful, as sickness took over my body. I felt weak and I hated this feeling.

I missed my loved ones. I wanted them to hear them, to be with them. Wouldn’t they too be missing me? I wondered. I won’t want to worry them.  Still I wanted to let them know- a lot!

My mind felt lost in the pool of thoughts. I wanted to overcome it- the fear, the weakness. I wanted to relax my out raising heart beats. Three glasses of water down my throat and I presumed it would wash off my brain. But sadly nothing such kind of thing happened. I still felt low.

I walked to my room, and sunk in my blanket hoping to doze off. Rather swiftly the low feeling turned into painful, as the pain hit my abdomen and pelvic area. I realised I shouldn’t force my body and go slow. I curled up my knees and tried to relax my muscles.

Pain and love goes together, it’s said. And at this moment I recalled my love and our forever moments. I still seemed blank as my nervous system wasn’t able to understand my emotions.

Something out of sudden hit my mind; I knew it followed up with the urge to hold the pen in my fingers. They wanted to write my thoughts.

Thinking of every possible thing that could lighten up my disheartened condition, I recalled of my past days. It was strange how time changed me into stone, which is meant to be silent. I wanted to speak, I wanted to scream. I wanted to express. And most of all I wanted to write. I had loved writing. And don’t know but that reminded me of you.  Maybe cause I saw the same love for writing in you.

Yes, you acted as a dose to my emotions, allowing them to be expressed.  Reading your words, your heart; it felt connected. How and why? I simply don’t know.

You were lost then, I realised. You aren’t there anymore, I sadly admitted.

“You are so sweet. And we would meet” I remembered your sugary replies. They left me diabetic. Yeah, I missed our short but cheerful conversations. I miss smiling like a kid whenever I saw your comment, as if I got my desired toy. I surely miss that toy in you.

I realised I wanted to have you there once again. I know it’s selfish of me to demand you, just for me. But I wish I could talk to you again. I hope I could tell I am concerned about you and confirm your well being.

Some people meant nothing to you yet they give so much to you. You were the encouraging element to my excitement to express. No wonder you played a role to always boost up that willingness to express more and more. I miss expressing myself.

Just once, I want to make you read this, my dedication to you. For you are unknown yet my own Gabriela. Cheers to our writing!

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