How does it feel to get those fat droplets of rain fall on you and stand underneath it without a care in the world?
How does it feel to go walking along the lonely roads of the city at midnight, blowing little clouds on mist into the air and feel the cold still tugging at you through the jacket that you’ve worn?
How will it be to dance barefoot on a dew-drop filled terrace to your hearts’ content watching the first rays of the sun fall upon you?
How would it be to have a hot cup of tea in the middle of the night, watching the mist unfurl in the hours between darkness and light?
How does it feel to have a tiny tot touch you with its cute little fingers and cuddle up to you muttering sweet-nothings in the gibberish tongue that it speaks?
How does it feel when you come back after a long tiring day at work curl up in the easy chair with a glass of wine, soothing music and a good book, legs resting on the comforter, phone turned off, and just rest and relaxation surrounding you?
Does being free give you a complete picture of what the world looks like?
Does being in a relationship give you the sense of security and belongingness that we humans are always craving for?
Does being single help you notice things that you would otherwise be oblivious to?
Does breaking up with someone give you a whole new perspective on relationships or does it make you wary about the next relationship that comes your way?
Does the tug-of-war within your heart cease when you become on your own; to do what you want to; to be your own master; to take whatever decisions your heart/mind tells you to?
Compromises, Conciliations, Concessions, name it what you what, life is filled with this and much more… In the form of parents, spouse, siblings, friends, and people who care about you enough to protect you from the harsh realities of the so-called cruel world!
A desire to be free contrasting against the yearning to be wanted.
A longing to be free from the shackles that bind against the ache to be chained to the life that you are in now.
A strong wish to swim along with the flow of the mind against the pull of the heart.
There’s always a pull – push feeling.
A feeling of wanting to be in two places at once and having the best of both worlds.
Between the person I am and the person I want to be.
S T U N N I N G write up...ReplyDelete
im not honestly ualified to write anything more...stunning..!!!
@ Bad Boy --> Thanks! Coming from you it's a big compliment!ReplyDelete