CHAPTER 3 : PERCEPTION OF LOVE - REALISATION
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When in spring a tree blooms with flowers on it , as soon as winter season strikes the leaves falls and flowers are destroyed. That's when the leaves realised that they were meant to fall , also they were destined this way. But love is like you're never gonna realise what's coming. They say you have to be separated in order to understand love , but realising is also important why that happened. Love is complicated yet simple.
At the stage of life where we have to accept reality , is the stage where we realise what is going wrong. A stage where we see ourselves in the form of this universe. A stage where we believe in this universe and leave everything to them. Realising we were right , realising we were wrong , coping with the pain , understanding the reality of life , a stage out of hope , whether it is hopeful or hopeless. We tend to remember things and try to understand it the way they were.
Flying high like a bird , we will come and lay to rest the moment we realise , how important realising is. Hope destroys a person in such a way that it's hard to imagine , we are so invested in things that we ever imagined , melancholy is our habit now where we don't even realise that we're getting into a phase where we think negatively and flow with the river of our life in such a way.
But realising is something we have to do in order to know the reality of life instead of dwelling in the ocean of our eyes.
This section is all about realisation.
NOT THE SAME SEASON
Summer it was when I saw you ,
Daisy like color your soul had.
When we were each other's true,
Adorable your voice said.
Rainy like the season was separation,
I haven't seen you since .
Nature's art was like an imagination ,
My beating heart will miss.
Fall was somewhere we lost ourselves ,
You moved away , I moved closer.
Taking care of our diary on a shelf ,
Which made my heart nothing lighter.
Winters without you ,
My heart always craved .
I had to turn myself blue,
Cause my words were carved.
I RUINED EVERYTHING.
I shouldn't have done that , I hurt you a lot .
When you need someone the most ,
I was someone who approached .
Cause there were good situations between us ,
I thought you'd think of it a lot.
But sometimes sweetness is bitter ,
Just like I ruined the taste .
I was the one to harm us that day ,
Waa being clingy and irritating ,
But sometimes it feels like it wasn't my fault
To be this way my past hurts ,
But my past was the past , yet your past was your bone.
You slapped my hopes , made me hopeless.
But I ruined everything ,
After all it was nothing.
YOU DON'T LOVE ME
Every word for you I loved to speak ,
My eyes wanted to look into your soul ,
My hands were able to lock you in my globe ,
My heart cried the tears of happiness .
But maybe I shouldn't say this ,
My words turned into scars on my heart ,
My eyes turned into a peeper of hatred ,
My hands crave to touch you everyday,
My heart starts to bleed from my eyes.
Until I realised that you don't love me anymore.
IMPOSSIBLE
How can the moon and the sun be together ?
Her hopeful eyes asked from god .
No they can't be together , said god .
Evening ! Evening is the time , she said .
The time when the moon and the sun meets ,
When their colors mingle together to form love ,
When birds sings and waves pours melody ,
When animals find a place to rest ,
When lovers get a chance to pour their love.
That's the time they meet right ? She asked ,
" Yeah , but just to get separated " said god.
I DID WRONG
Finding answers to my only question ,
Am I that hard to love ? Everything went wrong.
" You're not hard to love I know ,
It's just the person who made you feel this way "
My present self says this with tears in her eyes.
But I did wrong , I made him feel wrong ,
I brought fear in his heart , and brought doubt in his heart.
I did wrong , cause I was wrong , my past self says.
" You weren't wrong , it was your situation "
My present self says this to protect me.
" But yeah , you did wrong , I did wrong we were wrong "
My present and past self gasped together.
ITS TOO LATE
I can die in our memories ,
Rolling tears from my eyes .
Joining my hands I said please ,
Who knows our moment flies.
I said sorry for being myself that day ,
But maybe it wasn't our fate .
I wanted to breathe one last and lay ,
When breaking my heart you said it's too late.
NOT MEANT
Dreams are always stolen ,
When mine went far away.
The brush on my canvas was frozen ,
When is my art astray.
You are my art I'd say ,
My writings went rough and overwhelmed.
My heart went numb to stay ,
When my soul yelled.
Music used to love me before ,
The keys from my fingers smashed .
Keys was something my heart adore,
But my fingers on my love clashed.
Holding you in my arms in the present ,
Realising it's a lie and we're not meant .
LOVE
In my blood your thoughts reside ,
My nerves want to faddle with yours ,
A lovers touch where it's not you and me ,
But its us against the orb,
When I don't think about myself anymore ,
Its just you who have to be happy when with me ,
I love you and I mean it when I say it ,
Cause you have to be loved even if you don't ,
Love me or discard me , love will remain the same ,
Oh to be loved is a feeling just by fate ,
Its hard to achieve love , but you
But you my love is made of love.
NOT IN MY FATE
My eyes are tired searching for the fondness ,
The way my heart twinkles when I hear your name ,
You moved away because of your past ,
Where past is meant to be past ,
Present can be with mistakes and foldings ,
But future can be trusted and filled with love,
The way my eyes were desperate to see yours that day ,
Just for a second it to love it craved ,
But god wanted it to be something else ,
When he aparted our ways into two ,
Once we had no difference , now were two ,
Your love my love is something this world crave ,
But for my desperation it's not in my fate .
YOU WRITE
When you fail in love,
When your love falls apart,
When you're out of hopes,
When you're ready to die in loops.
You write.
When they love you the most,
Promises are made,
And we won, because
Promises are made to be broken.
When you see nothing but your heart
Bleeding on love, you find a pen without ink,
And you write from it.
When you fail in love,
When your love falls apart,
You write. You write.
- Writer
