THE MYSTIC POST- TRAUMA

Fortunately I have never been into this situation. But hypothetically it may be the situation if someone drafts into this shit. So here is his experience narrated:--


There was a time when I used to glare at you. You were impervious of all beauties  I had ever found. I was unable to express myself, I was still as a photo frame. A time arose when I collected all my guts to propose you all my internal feelings. It was like a self conflict battle, the fight you may never know.

"Time is a mere bitch considering itself lucky to deceit us."

Days passed by and my intriguing interests lessened for you. But still my heart mourns for you. You were like an eternal soul to me, the thing which I can't tear apart from within myself. Love is something I can't define in words. It is purely deepened with all emotions, care ,hatred, anger and all forms that would make my day ultimately blissful.

I always had a wish to have a companion with whom I could share my daily experiences, grief's and all that I ever wanted to. You never know when you are alone in this world. The emotional turmoil within you may set into a volcanic up rise anytime. The ever-powering emancipation of my feelings made me addicted to you. I was like a moron after you left me. But why? Did I hurt you ,but no simply because I was not cool as others. Huh! But could anyone love you like me? Did you ever think that how could I survive without you.

It hardly mattered to you because you always needed to find a boy who had additional features than the previous. you didn't care for others, it was your instinct. Indeed I was hurt when you refused me. The Falling really ruined my moment. Pertaining to the present situation I soon realized that I was a no match for you.

I deserved something which would accompany me into the world called as happiness. Someone who would desire to be an astronaut would have also feared to lose his/her life in the pursuit of achieving what would begin turn a miracle for him alone. Days passed, sun rose and nature too arose stubborn towards it's own desire. The brief hustle of leaves, the reluctance of the breeze to kiss the sweet flesh and the ever growing aroma of her made me aphrodisiac.

The fountain of love is what all I wanted. In the cold creepy silenced night ,you would make me feel comfortable with my state of disruption and the tormenting thoughts.

But all the end it all gone into vain! The dream I was thinking about had been shattered like pieces of glass each of which hurting my inner conscience. I know , I could have done better but was I not up to your standards?

P.S.:- The state of the article is purely coincidental and fictitious. Not  me!! but may be some forever alone Guy!!

"It is difficult to forget someone who could be your's and changed your life but it is even more difficult to forget someone who was never yours But changed your life"....