Skip to main content

Its Complicated...

The more I meet you and the more I talk to you and the more I observe you makes me know you more and what I see makes me realise that I don't know you at all and it makes me all the more angry and distant from you and all the more confused about myself and our relationship and it makes me wanna stop talking to you totally. But as soon as I think of that, it hurts to know that I wouldn't have you anymore to share my deepest secrets with or remove my anger on or share my crazy ideas with or have someone calm me down when I'm angry or cheer me up when I'm sad...this thought is unbearable...so the less I meet you, the less I'll know you and the less I'll hate you and the less I'll feel like quitting on us. And even though it'll make me all the more distant from you, I wouldn't mind coz atleast I'll get to keep you with me even and talk to you, even if it is for a very less time, coz I can't imagine my life without you. So until I prepare myself to either accept things the way they are and move on with them or decide that it's too much for me and I can't take it anymore, I wan't you more than anything in this world coz the aura of optimisim, love, care and happiness you're always surrounded with and inflict on everyone around you is become a drug for me without which I can't survive...so until then, please bear me coz I'm not ready to say goodbye, atleast not yet...

Comments

MangoMan said…
Never say goodbye!!!!

Frickin' awesome! Every post of yours is different! Eminemish this time!
Dreamcatcher said…
never say goodbye!!!!!!!...god! dude, you keep comparing me to legends yaar.....m tryin so hard not to let it get ova my head!!....it's not gonna last long and maybe nxt you knw i'v turnd into a snobbish "m the best" kinda girl...then all the blame would b yours...:D
Sneha said…
Very beautifully expressed..very genuine kinda stuff.
btw am a 1st time reader of your post...liked it :-)
Dreamcatcher said…
gee...thnx....gud u likd it...read d rest of d blog..mayb u'd lov sum oder posts 2...:)
MangoMan said…
@ Jitika: I would love to read something from that avatar of yours!!! honsetly!!
MangoMan said…
and this template is wayyyy too good...bit girly but good (sorry but both rarely co-exist!)!!

black is the way to go!
Dreamcatcher said…
thnx MM/B ...had to search too ling to get my hands on dis one..n yeah abt d snobbish part...yu'd get sumthin abt it way too soon..u inspirin me!!!;)

Popular posts from this blog

25% of me!

I was tagged on someone's blog for the very first time in my life....feels so special, I can't express...just seeing your name and your creation etched there in the normal black ink...people who read this wouldn't even look twice...'oh, whatever, she's a blogger...she writes...big deal!' is what they'll say...but to me? It means so so much...getting appreciation for your creativity...feels ecstatic...I remember when I had got my very first blog follower...out of nowhere...I hadn't even followed any other blog at that time, I guess...he just came outta nowhere and read my stuff and liked it... blissful I felt...n now, this . Thankyou, Molly... Okk...moving on to the 25 things I do....hmmm.... This is a chain-game....I've been passed it to me by Molly...I just gotta write some random 25 things about me...and then tag 10 ppl....those whom I tag have to then write 25things about them and so on... So here goes, 1. I'm Jitika Jain. Unwillingl...

A happy ending!

A blinding flash of light! A high-pitched shriek! Darkness! Funny how death is one thing which is strong enough to snap you out of reality! Yeah, I don’t say dream but reality.   Think about it! He lay there, wishing with all his will… if only he could have one chance at rewind! Or did he really want that? Did he want to live through all the pain and misery and bitterness again? Did he have the strength…or the guts? “Someone call the ambulance, he’s dying” he heard a terrified cry from somewhere to his right. That person must be really close for he could hear him (even in this pain) properly.  The rest was a blur of voices pounding through his head. He was dying. This is it! It’s finally over, the wait! He shuffled through all his memories to find that one particular face. A face that he had been trying very hard to push at the back of his mind, and if successful, absolute removal! But what does it matter now? And there it was, the image installed in his brain, paused at...

One moment please.

That relief you feel when you see their eyes stunned and their faces pained - even if for a second - that momentary relief! That is what makes us say hurting things, to be mean. That's what makes us want to scream and swear and make them cry. That relief that makes you feel that you don't have to bear it alone. It's eerily peaceful! That one short moment makes it less devastating. That you're not the only one with problems. You're not the only one fucked up. You are not the only depressed soul. You can  see the ghost of the laughter that still hasn't left their mouth before your outburst and it gives you hope, maybe even a little perspective. Suddenly, the world is a much bigger place and you're a barely-existent dot on that globe. You see the bigger picture. You see that there are much bigger problems. Problems that you would never, ever want to encounter. You see that the person standing in front of you - the person that you've just yelled at ...