Love maybe…..

Love never dies, they say . May be they are right. May be love still exists as a little fragment inside those two souls, waiting for a spark. May be love exists but needs to be poured out. May be someday they will get fed up of this hate and realise they are two human beings. May be some day they will fall for each other again.

But that beautiful day is never coming for real. I don’t know what love is, I’ve never loved someone but sometimes life reveals the perfect definition. I cannot say in length about love but yes I have seen love in my room struggling, fighting, surviving, bleeding not as one but by competing with each other.

Each day looking into the mirror to see how much did he hurt me, how scars have aged me,

Awareness

There is this urgency inside me, a sense of urgency to be precise. screeching through the walls of my conscience to set itself free and dive into the mysterious realms which are waiting to be discovered.

This ever in motion, constantly running process of transformation fascinates me. Like this little awareness of matter, this game that air