Facts & Fanatsy

Facts & Fanatsy

I miss the time when we used to share the same blanket;

I miss the time when you in the month of coldness tried to fill me up;

Fill me up with the warmth of your body;

With the essence of your cologne;

With the large pretty hands around my waist.

I'd rant how much I hate winter;

While you whispered in my neck "winter is for the people who are in love";

To your pretty lies, I got flushed;

To your pretty promises, I got flattered.

Ironically how amazingly, this winter I'm missing you.

Neither you are here to share the same blanket;

Neither you are here to give the warmth.

Other side of my bed is deserted;

Just like the other half of my heart is deserted of love.

You lied, 'winter is for heartbroken people';

To collect the pieces of their broken promises.

Facts and fanatsies are absolute remanants in novel world;

You proved that facts are for existing universe;

Fanatsies stays on the old torn pages of the novels we used to read in the month of december.

~k<3

somewhere we're all connected with the red strings <3

just so u know everything in the entire universe is always about love and when it isn't about love it is abt the absence of love. hope this makes sense

I hate small talks... no I ain't here to say a hi only. Let us just forget about the existing world at three in the morning and deeply mesmerize in  each others word. Somewhere I heard, dark night shows your dark side. And dark side reflects the lightest shade of your spirit. It truly describes who is actually the person within the materialistic body.

Maybe we both would sit at the edge of my terrace and you'll explain what excites you. But the conversation start with the things which you hate the most, the reason behind your last break down and maybe the most embarrassing thing you witnessed. I promise there will be just us and the crescent moon witnessing our stupid conversation. Maybe three turns to four or moon invites early sun to visit us but I'm gonna hear all your stories.

Just the idea of two sane people sharing insane  things in deep makes my heart flatter like the conversation would never meet an end. I also belive in happy endings. So, we gonna end it with you sharing with me things that excites you,  things that make you fall in love or the very name of your first crush. And please with the first spark of sunrise, we will promise each other that we gonna forget all the things we confessed. Promise?

~k

"and what's your favorite thing about him?"

She smiled "Kisses."

"Kiss?"

"His favorite thing about me is the bridge of my nose. And he took care of his favorite thing by kissing on the bridge of my nose everytime we say bye. I adore this thing about him the most." She blushed.

at the last breath your soul keeps looking for some dead lost portions of yours. You wreathed each and every corner of the place you called home. Magical box present at the most left side of your cupboard took your attention. The red box reminds you of someone and some precious days. You cannot hold the inner elation at finding something you already lost the memories of. The steady grip to protect the last pieces of your lover is breathtaking.

You smiled as the memories flashed about the box. How happy and blessed you felt when you got the most unexpected gift from the most expected person. You cannot content the feeling of starting your love life on the sweetest note. With the calmness you opened the old wood.

The torn and old petals of rose justify the trueness of your lover. You still preserved those blood red roses which hide a long brief love letter. Rusted pale sheet inked few portions about you yet the feelings are still freash. That love letter which you repeatedly read each time you missed your lover. The feeling of love is in air back then also and still now.  The surprise box still carries your lover locket. You asked him for that. Believing in love started from wearing a piece of your lover. Blissfully you touches all your last remiances of your partner. The heart feels like a rose garden, filled with red roses and freash aroma. Yet the presence of thrones drag you to the reality of not sharing the acceptance of love again with your lover. He left the soul of the earth but you still have his soul inside you.