What good will love bring?

I think I love you

But I would not tell you.

You have places to go

And I have eyes to meet.

Our desire part ways

In the crossroads.

Our love unties

As future stare at us.

What good will love bring?

When I need you,

Yet not want you.

When I love you,

Yet need to part you.



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Running back

I miss you. . . . . I miss you like how earth misses the rain during summer, like how my nose misses the smell of petrichor in the parched dry air. I miss you. . . . . And I had never missed anybody in my life before. I have said to people that I will miss them but my heart never came to that critical point where it started to miss someone, anyone but now, it misses you. It’s only been two days and I already miss you. It’s like somehow the melodies inside my body stopped and I could only hear my heartbeat, and in every lyric of it’s beat it saya, I miss you!

You didn’t leave me, nor did I, we just were in a crossroad and we had to take the roads meant for us, hoping to cross paths, somewhere down the road, then run towards each other and hold hands like before. Look into that dark bold eyes of yours which reflects the sunlight and turns brown under the shade of those thick eyebrows, which you hate so much yet I still love. But now, I miss you so much that I can’t walk down this road anymore no matter where it takes me. I don’t care that the place looks beautiful and I don’t care about the flowers under my feet, the fragrance that’s numbing my nose, I don’t care about any of those things. I just want. . . To run back, back through the road which I’ve travelled so far, reversing the journey that I’ve taken in the last two days, just run back to you because I never thought that I could miss someone but now I know how ‘ I miss you’ feels like. I’m running back to you.



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Moon talks

I am so exhausted, the day was so tiring. Can I get a cup of coffee and something to eat, he said as he fell into the bed. This is your house, you should be the one making me coffee, she said as she went into the kitchen. Fifteen minutes later she came back with a cup of coffee and a sandwich to eat. He ate half his sandwich and offered the other half to her. She refused to eat and said that she would have made one for herself if she wanted to. After he finished the rest of his sandwich, she asked him to follow her to the terrace. Now move and come with me to the terrace, she said to him. I’m tired, really really tired so, do I really have to come with you, he asked her. My caffeine runs through your veins now, so now come on you owe this to me she replied and drags him to the terrace.

Both of them lay side by side in the terrace under the glowing moonlight. You really love the moon don’t you? He asked. And I love all the stars too, she replied. He blushingly smiles at her. You see that star up there she said pointing at a star up north. Yes, I see that now, he replied. That’s the star that gave me back my smile after I lost my father, she said. And that dim star next to the one that’s glowing brightly. That’s the star that knows all my secrets. Like all of my secrets. And this one right up above our head, that’s the one who looks after me while I’m alone and guide me when I’m lost. Girl you are crazy he said after listening to her. Yes I am she replied and both of them burst out laughing.

As they watched the moon he took her hand in his hand and asked her, what about the moon? What about it? She replied. The stars listen to your secrets, makes you smile and keeps you company and guide you at times. So what does the moon do? He just loves me unconditionally, shares his light with me and makes me blush every time I look at him, she replied. We’ll then he said, then I will look at the moon everyday from now on. Then what about the days when there is no moon, she asked him. Then I will look at you, my moon and I know that you will light up all my dark and tired days by bringing me coffee, all because you love me he said and she laughs uncontrollably. You know the stars are jealous of us right now she whispered. Why? He asked her. It’s because you’re more in love with me than you are in love with them, she replied. They just looked at each other and forgot about the moon after that.



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That guy in the bus stop

The guy in the bus stop looks at me everyday. He just stays there, looking at me until I board my college bus. At first I was really scared by him. He made me feel a bit uneasy but then it became a part of my routine. To me he felt less scary and a lot familiar as days passed by. He never said anything to me, nor did it feel like he wanted to say anything. But later on it was like his presence made me feel safe. Even if there’s nobody around he’ll be there, eyes on me ( less scary eyes). He still stayed a stranger but I know him, ‘ The stranger in the bus stop’. It’s been a year and still, he stays there in the bus stop every morning, looking at me.

I tried smiling at him a few times but he never returned a smile, so I stopped smiling. But on one of the foggiest of morning, the bus stop was crowded and as I waited for my college bus, he was also there, looking at me like on any other day. Until, he started crossing the road and walking towards me. He was walking towards me, yet I wasn’t scared, I felt elated, I . . I felt peaceful. He walked straight towards me and sat on a big stone which was next to me. He didn’t care to look at me this time but he just took my hand in his hand, my hand is one among the few parts in my body which still had feelings. He rested both our hands on my wheelchair’s handrest. I could feel his hands on mine, all sweaty and shaky. Then he started talking. He said ‘ I am sorry’, he confessed that he was the one who accidentally pushed me off the bus two years ago. He said that he was the one who made my life a wheelchair clad one. He uttered the word sorry a hundred times in between each sentences that he had said. But all this while I just looked at his face, I couldn’t stop looking, just like he couldn’t for the past one year. I was trying to find his eyes in between all those tears. But he couldn’t look at me not even once. Then he just stopped talking after a while, he just stayed mum and kept on holding my hand. My college bus came and it left, I didn’t get on it and he didn’t leave my hand. We stayed there all morning. I hadn’t seen him this beautiful before. The guy from the bus stop! I hadn’t felt this calm after the accident, I was just at peace. . . .

Written for a writing challenge at The inked square

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Sunset talks

Best friend:- Can we go now? I’ve got sand inside my shoes, my ears, on my head. So let’s leave.

Girl:- You’re the one who did cart wheels on the beach. So it’s all on you.

Best friend:- I’m all dirty now. Let’s just go.

Girl:- No, no stay. Let’s leave after the sunset.

Best friend:- What’s up with you and sunsets huh. You’re way too obsessed with it.

Girl :- ( Holding his hands) Sunsets are like holding hands. You don’t know the reason but it just feels good. You feel safe, calm and it gives you a sort of warmth and it’s beautiful. And. . . .

Best friend:- And?

Girl:- Sunsets remind me of true love. It just tells me that the sun may rise everyday but it always belongs to the sea. Wherever it may rise it comes back into the sea.

Best friend:- You know in some places the Sun do rise from the sea.

Girl:- Stay in the moment. Spoiler! Let’s just talk about this beach now. I need water let me go get some. ( Stood up to leave)

Best friend :- ( holds her hand) You should find your sunset. Your parents are worried, you see. They wants you to have a family.

Girl:- My sunset! ( Laughs). You know how I am with Men. I’m afraid to even smile at them, lest hold their hands. My sunset ( laughing hard).

Best friend:- But I’m a Man and you’re holding my hands and it’s warm.

Girl:- Yeah! you’re different! Different than all the rest.

Best friend:- Then hold my hand forever.

Girl:- ( Kneels on the sand)

Best friend:- Let me be the sun, you be the sea. Hold my hand, feel the warmth. Let ‘us’ be the sunset forever and always. Stay with me forever and always.

Girl:- ( silent)

Best friend:- Say something!

Girl:- ( Hugs him) Well I want a beach wedding then.

( Both of them laughs)

Best friend:- I . . . . I .. I sun you.

Girl:- And I sea you.

Best friend :- Happy sunset crazy !

Girl:- I love you too. ( Smiles)



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Hi guys so, did you like the story???? It was a little different, so I’m confused so as to whether you’ll like it or not 😅.

I opened the door

I remember the day when my whole world came crashing down on me. When my yesteryears sin came knocking on my door and I let it in. when I let it hold me and take control of me and made space for it in my heart, again. Walking past the dead cells caused by cuts and bruises which has not yet turned into a dried up scar and is still raw, I could sense death. The doom of me was lurking in ever corner and i could find traces of that in my skin which was once alive and glowing. I could foresee the impending death of the purity in my soul, which I had gained through years of resistance and repentance.

I tried resisting my heart , but the words that darkness painted in front of me made it hard for me to resist the temptation. I tried pulling by the chain, which once helped me contain my inconsistent heart but with every pull my heart ached and so did I and I finally gave in. I opened the door and I gave in.

Now I lay here collapsed at the center of my youth, not being able to pick myself up from my putrid vomit of my sin, begging my Lord to give me one more chance and to restore my strength again, while the air was filled with asphyxiating stench of betrayal.

“I am sorry”.

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