Northern Lights

I know someone.. someone whom I don't wanna know further. Did she do something wrong? Did she do something which I didn't find right? The questions will always be left unanswered. I broke the thread between us. Most of all, I never want to talk.

Part-1

They were in what we call "LOVE". For last five years. They were profoundly each other's firsts. They cuddled. They hugged. They smiled. The LOVE always brewed up in every cliche of eye sights of theirs. All was kept a secret. The relation, the emotion, the heart mold into thousand expressions. The perfection, is what they were. 

Part-2

"This is it", it was said and done. 

But what happened? Between them? And between me and her? 

First, they parted ways, cos he was supposed to marry soon to someone else. 

Are we supposed to find Love according to age, colour, religion, region? Does Love can behold into these anonymity? Into these artifacts? Into these priorities set by world? Can Love be caught with hands, torn like paper, burn in fire, kept rotten into the deep earths, easily erased like waves of ocean does to its shores, or can be picked and thrown like a flower. It burns my soul when I see great Love Stories ending. Love isn't supposed to end. It just goes on even after death.

Is Love destroyed too easily? 

Second, maybe, she is too strong to let go. Maybe they already knew this is how the things would end. Maybe she knew they must live according to the choices of people around. And her presence, does not make me feel strong, rather pinches me every second. Not relieving the pain, rather injure me. Injures my Love. 

Will my Love end this way? Will the world pick on mind too? Will my ending time come too? Am I as strong as her? Am I ready to face the world? Am I ready to give away easily, watching the world chose, what they feel is 'better' for him. Will I let go too easily? 

Every second she crosses my mind, I compare. I compare what she is living, and what for I am living. I compare her present with my future. I compare her power with my weakness.

Can I let go him, as she did? 

Am I supposed to Love with the fear he might go one day? 

I am afraid to see, now, what the future holds. 

Northern Lights(Norway) - My dream place with him.

Every time I close my eyes I can touch the colors around meSuddenly I realize everything I thought was impossible is hereAnd my heart sings in a world so incredibleAnd everything burns much brighter
I (I) want to fly (fly) into this beautiful life I think it'd be nice with youI want to fly (fly) into this beautiful life I think it'd be nice with you, with you, with you, with you
"Its all about you and me. It was all about you and me. It will be all about you and me"- Him

My hands feel complete with yours