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Excerpts of my heart...


How many people have you met so far in your life? I highly doubt that anyone has kept track of it. If you have then congrats, you are insane. Us normal people wouldn't know, so let's call it many. You meet many people in your life. In a way or other, they become a part of you shaping you into the very self you are today. You may have memories of them in various light. Some you remember vividly and some with vague details. You might not remember the things you said, things they conversed back, the meals you enjoyed together, the gossips you shared, but what you can never forget is the way they made you feel. Even the weight of time couldn't erase it.

But then, there are those few who made you feel alive. They breathed life into your heart. They radiated a light which pierced your soul in the very heart of gentleness. Here are some excerpts about such people who knowingly or unknowingly tended to my inner being and taught me ways to live. Live in a sense beyond the dull rituals of survival.
25th of June, 2022

There is something magical in her graceful demeanor and her captivating spirit. It isn't just beauty that bewitched me. Inside of it is a person, who knows what being alive exactly means. She is complete in ways I couldn't understand. Be it her pretty face or her wandering eyes that window the depth of her soul. Her mesmerizing smile, caramel-like lips, and short brown hair make me feel like an empty bottle filling slowly with bubbling joy of life that will eventually pass the brim and beyond. She makes me feel the tenderness of a breeze. Breeze with a mellow warmth of the sun.

She pours into me, the ecstasy of being alive and yet she doesn't even know it. She loves reading books of romance and love. But, I love reading the pages of her. She loves to write, loves creating life in her words. I want to be a life of her tranquil world.

Love, the main theme of poetry has served its true essence to me. She radiates feelings I never asked for but always wanted. "Falling in love", I finally understood the closure and proximity of this sentence. Hope that the fate will always favour a pretty smile on her face and equanimity in her heart. Feelings I share may not be mutual so the precious relationship and bond we share as humans and a social being is all I ask for.

Epiphany is what she likes to call herself and epiphany is what she is to me.
17th of May, 2024

That freezing evening had etched its occurrences onto my heart. The evening I would never dare to forget. The gentle and blushful laughs I was surrounded with. Those moments had a special light to them, like an old place where comfort finds you.

The plethora of emotions I felt that evening questioned my sanity. "How could someone make me feel so serene without ever realizing it? What kind of dark sorcery did she know?", I wondered letting a slight chuckle out of my mouth like a lovefool. And in that very moment, I lost myself to her.

Quote I shouldn't be writing: Even when the eternal flames of sky grow dim to perish, I shall still find my sparkle in you.
I am just a romantic. Don't judge me. Okay?

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