The power of love

After almost three years of no-where-about, suddenly come into contact with her. She has undergone many changes, like, now knows how to make her face beauty, wooing others with single liners, maturity in decision making...list is a little bit long my dear. One thing which I observe, that seems remain stagnant, is her temper... Her Temper!!! Oh My God!

Somehow I came to know about her break-up with her long time lover, (source...she as well as her colleagues). Feel good, that guy wasn't the right one for her.

I strongly opine, why should we bind ourself to a so called "love relationship" when the relationship wasn't meant for? Why should we do stupid things and compromise when the relationship is not working?

If you are not happy with the present relationship, go to the root and find out. I will be very happy spending a moment happily with my love than spending twenty years with someone whom I don't love or am forced to act like being in love. Forget about rich or poor, popular or ill-famed, educated or layman...when you once fall in love, your life will be always on cloud number 9.

The picture of life starts when you meet your love. Quite often, the past doesn't matter in between true love... Let me conclude, now she seems very happy, laughing when alone, and eagerly waiting for the next moment, expecting sweet messages from the murmuring air...

I must admit, I am happy, very very happy, to see you happy.

Miss you dear

"My final decision is that I have always love you, I love you and will always love you"...

This line drive me crazy, but whats really written in our fate can't be changed, as normally says by one and all. I still remember that day, when she wasn't around me for the first time. I felt like crying, but there were a lot of friends around, so I tried to control myself, but I wasn't able to put on hold of my tears. They started pouring like water flowing down with strong forces in a waterfall. I suddenly left that place and run as must fast as possible in a park or say in an open meadow nearby, round after round. Tears were replaced by sweat. That moisture coming out through the pores of my skin got mixed up with the tears. And finally, thanks God, there were a brief rain for a while, and I was successful in hiding my tears.

Oh my love, oh my dear, today in the evening, there is again come the rain, remembering you, standing at the balcony, with arms raising out, collected some drops in my hand which was once busy in holding your hand, and sprinkle at the face.

Oh dear oh my love, I wish you were again in front of me...When you were around me, I never valued your love, but when you are not here, I realise the value of your love.