Story of My Girl!!

Disclaimer: Any resemblence to anyone dead or alive is purely coincidental.

 P.S.(pre script)- I dont know what has woken up the writer inside me from such a long slumber.

May be, due credit should be given to John Green, for writing in such a marvelously satiating way.That inspires.

He is grand, by far.

Coming to the real story.
Story of my girl.

Story of sugar.

Although her beauty is unfathomable is words.
But I like taking my chances.
(Who knows it might melt her heart).

My endeavors seems akin to that of Rumi, which he faced when he thought of bringing a gift for His love.

He wrote:

"You have no idea how hard I've looked for a gift to bring You.

Nothing seemed right.

What's the point of bringing gold to the gold mine, or water to the ocean.

Everything I came up with was like taking spices to the Orient.

 It's no good giving my heart and my soul because you already have these.

So I've brought you a mirror.
Look at yourself and remember me."


I wish I could say it in the manner he said.
Nevertheless my incapability should not stop me.

Okay.


Her hair.

Those long black locks, brushing her face, falling carelessly over her shoulders.
Always tied with a single pin at back.
The hair... They say the hair is everything, you know.I just wanna bury  my nose in a mountain of her tresses just wanted to go to sleep forever.


Her eyes.

They speak volumes, even when she is quite.
Those almond shape eyes have little mischief too.
When she blushes,its like rustle of leaves in fall.
Gosh! When she throws that look of "go fuck yourself",it works like a kryptonite for me.


Her lips.

Mine always tremble for union with hers.
Those rose petals lips... and I can just imagine... that it would like be first swallow of water... after you just crossed the desert.


Her everything.
 
All this and hell lot.


But it serve only as iota, that fetch me towards her.

There is lot and lot more to her.

Some other day.

John Green said:

“They love their hair because they're not smart enough to love something more interesting".

Love and other such disasters !

Overcoming the writer's block is a giant task, but somehow i managed to do it.
Anyways cutting the story short.

Love.

How to start is bit tricky.
Lemme try...
I don't think I will ever be able to define it.
But I sure can define what I feel.
Or what she makes me feel.

Its been around 3.5years since I first saw you.
You offered me the forbidden fruit of heaven.

The fruit which was when offered to Adam by Eve, expelled him from the heaven, but oh sweet God!... It made me enter the Paradise.

The paradise I always longed for.

God be damned for that moment.
(An apple.I hope you remember that).

Than started our nuemrous trysts.

I remember each like its yesterday.


I feel terrible for the times I made you cry.
I feel elated for the times I made you smile.

I feel quenched for the times you responded to my calls and text.
I feel thirsty for the times you didn't.

I feel whole for the times you came.
I feel half for the times you didn't.

I cherish each.
I yearn for more.

But sadly,

Everytime you made me realize that the dream I dream will remain a dream.

Everytime you made me realize that my love for you is but ,stillborn.

Everytime you made me realize how vain my attempts are.

Everytime you made see the the disinterest of yours.

All that and much more has only added more fuel to the undying fire.

Its has only made me love you more.
Its has only made improvise my attempts.
Its has only made me want you more.
Its has only made me cement my thoughts.


Perhaps not long from now day will come when you might realize,you gonna miss a gem coz your busy collecting stone.

"I go to see a great perhaps".