The usual conversations that started with the mere discussion of an old series, described a soul with widest description. The most unusual appearance yet with the most intriguing eyes , probably judging you at every moment. There was something in those talks that one could not but indulge and continue the flow of the words that had so much conviction, Speak SENSE or Don't Speak. The best thing about those eyes, they could tell you more than you would want to know. The mirror to your soul, a way to know the holder as well as yourself.
If you are an admirer of "smiles", that smile is definitely not your choice. Yet, they still bring you to their attention, the innocence , the simplicity and nothing superficial. There are some smile that might charm you just because of the beautiful curve they take , this one was abstractly magnificent.
Not everyone can make everyone burst out of laughter and make people realize their own worth, those punch lines not only made tears roll ,out of laughter but gave a sincere peace and amusement to one's dejected and broken morale. That strong was the power of humor of the soul I describe here.
They arose the desire of meeting and talking and enjoying a company with great efforts.
No one comes in all pieces , properly fixed and serving you the best, nor did he. There were broken pieces , trying to hold, was his strength. I would wonder, why should I not celebrate this soul?
That energized greetings that one would wish to hear every morning, that made my visit to the boring lectures not just little bearable but treat to the soul. How sad was that right moment , which lost to wrong time and poled situations. There were fears ,some hidden , some speaking loud and some yet to instill. Things were good, as they are always , until one starts relating, starts bringing thoughts we left in the past and then is when things go wrong.
There were times when present was less appreciated , past was so strongly held by the part that was weak and terrified that none could think , we would dwell in chapters ,which otherwise ,both never wished to turn the pages to.
There are some similar lives, similar people. but how could you think they could be the same? He did walk the same path once again, wandered through the thoughts a second time, but then not all are destined to bring you the same fate.
Today, I sit and stare at the same person,who has missing hopes, held cheer, this smile that I would long for every morning seems to be made up these days. There is something that is not right, except my presence ,there is a lot to trouble his soul. The smoke might be the escape , but how long ? There is a vibrant and a zealous soul that is trapped, begging you to let him come to life, the way a poetry struggling through the poet's mind. The best of him loves him more than the part that just fears and escapes, makes him weak.
It is never risky to love, the part of him that is forever mine, his best or near to it
(even if the one now disapproves of and Yes, I will be reluctant to share him , I will be jealous to see him being enjoyed in my absence ), nor is the person he turns up to every morning. The best of him, treasures my company too. We see , we talk , and he promises to meet me very soon , when I would not search, because he will be HIM.
(even if the one now disapproves of and Yes, I will be reluctant to share him , I will be jealous to see him being enjoyed in my absence ), nor is the person he turns up to every morning. The best of him, treasures my company too. We see , we talk , and he promises to meet me very soon , when I would not search, because he will be HIM.
The jokes , the smiles, the drum beats , the talks and the best of him is what I treasure , I wait to know him. For it takes, more efforts to appreciate than before. To the soul that brought happiness and joy , knowingly and unknowingly too, deserves to always be happy , The trade off will never work for the person that ,he is. Well, people change and I befriend soul. Friendship will be brought.
I will know you , we will know each other, when laughter is genuine , spaces are respected and enjoyed and friendship is wished for , every single day. We will not be afraid , we will wait.
"SOME TIMES A LITTLE PATIENCE, A LITTLE STRENGTH AND COURAGE TO TRUST WILL BRING BEAUTIFUL EXPERIENCE AND HAPPY TIMES, THINGS MIGHT BE REPEATED , IT WILL BE SIMILAR BUT NOT THE SAME, EVERY TIME WE WILL NOT BE HURT , NOT EVERY TIME WILL WE BE BROKEN"
p.s: I apologize , for the descriptions that might not be agreed, but I have learnt to observe, I have learned to appreciate , You have taught me to see beautiful , Thank you
