Love & Life

You looked at me. I turned you around & pointed. You wanted to give up, I wanted to give in. Yet my heart nudged for I understood better than you. as to why you wanted to give up, as to why she said out & yet wanted you. as to what you had done to cross the hurdles to get to her. I put on a smile, cut the grass ahead, and pushed you to go as she stood by the sun, waiting for you. I encouraged you to run. to run to her, to clear all shadows of doubt, to remove all clouds of confusion, to see the life you could have with her, the one she always wanted, the one you always worked for. As your eyes met hers & locked in gaze, I looked down, once again. The content feeling of a love story that survived yet a lone heart, walking away from the hopes that lied. 

[Note - This post may be a lot touchy and sensitive. Do take care when reading. ] I am a planner. I usually plan things that I can. My friends say I plan more than the average human. But I feel safer that way knowing that I have accounted and prepared for more problematic situations. Yet when I rode my vehicle at early hours of the night at 7pm through that road, no amount of preparation or familiarity made me feel safe.   Vehicles were constantly ahead of me and behind about 50 meters away, I dint feel safe.   The forest through which the road was built, was merely high shrubs now, for man had made his living there, and yet I did not feel safe.   Tall rods stood dark on either side of the road, perhaps with an intention to shine some light and save people from accidents or unforeseen situations but I did not feel safe. Probably because some corrupt executive decided that gobbling the money needed for that light was much better. Well, he must have thou...