You can’t be without me

As I am the girl for your soul

You are fooling yourself when

You just make me go away

Wrap your arms around me

As you want me as much as I do

Hug me tight from my back

As our hearts do beat as one

Whenever the rhythm

Of my life is mystified,

I hear a mystical note

Driving me to accept

The beats of my soul

And I get synced again

You are not alone,

You are mine completely.

The words resonates in the air

And the heart gets well again

The swing is pushing her to heights of uncertainties

While he is still playing music on the chords her heart

During some iced up times in those ups and downs

Her heart started to beat again with that initial heat

Making her comfortable is the key to her heart.

Once she is truly comfortable, she will share her whole world with you

Or else, no keys can find an entry to her heart. 

When a woman asks for more space, just realize that she is asking for more space in her loved one’s heart

 

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The young man was the murderer. He had his reason behind the murder (Maybe the rights for his eyes). No one ever knew that he was the murderer.

The girl started to love him, the so called unconditional love. Never she tried to grab his attention. She just loved him in her own ways. For long she didn’t understand that she was only there in his heart too. (Maybe the definition of soulmates fit here perfectly).

Soulmates are supposed to know each other. So no twists here too. The lovers met and dreamed together.

The twists happened when she happened to see her father’s ***** with him ( oh..please bear with me, I Donno what was that ****). And the mysteries revealed, that he was the murderer of her father. Till then, he too didn’t know that the girl was the daughter of his enemy whom he had killed.

……

Akhila, where are you going with this common theme?…😉

Frankly, I Donno, what’s going to happen next in this story. Maybe she would have excused him  as time passed as time can heal anything. Or maybe she would have taken revenge against him.

But an afterthought: Wouldn’t it have been good if the truth was never revealed? They were meant for each other and they could have lived peacefully without any guilt feeling, if so. I know truth is never to be concealed, but here all the miseries started with truth only.

How a stubborn mind can continue with the unsaid words of its tender heart for long?

Making love increases emotional initimacy, he says.

A heart to heart increases emotional intimacy, she says.

I am lost in a cloudy dusk

With desperate rainy eyes

I am harsh and heartless

With chaos over my crown

I am striving for that serenity

With freezing blood in my heart