“A Masochist’s Tale :: A melange of love & spirituality”

The twists and crisps of a rose, enfolds a whole anecdote that is written impromptu...
Sometimes, it is enough to reiterate them, sometimes not. However, if these remains unspoken, it hurts so bad, so deep, so intense..
Well, I felt the same way. While peering through the pages of dips diary,
Alas!!
I summed up pondering “Life is desultory & was always, but it hurts the most when you’re the reason behind that’’. I am the masochist who enjoys his pain more than anything, who loves the beautiful nature, and is always captivated by it. So, here’s a melange of love and spirituality.
On the winding road, down the lane, when the sun rays fall
It brings away, too many thoughts of you..
How can I miss the zephyr that embraces your touch?
While walking on the sand, the footprints insinuate me closer to you..
The moonlight holds the essence of your presence.
The burgeoning flowers keep me agile..
The downpour makes me dance to your tunes
The chilly mornings awaken me with a fresh energy..
When u knock at the doors of my soul, I was always in my dreams, but, that angelic whisper, I can’t get rid of..
I know, you’re the shenanigan, but, I still love to be in the trap and playing the clown, a mere player of your pranks..
It must be LOVE or what.. ?
It is toughest to answer this one, much difficult than asking it.
I can’t think of you, not around me,
Without you, I felt a spastic pain in my heart, and I can’t mitigate that. So many words I said, so many things I’d done, so many tears I shed, but I can’t kick you out of my mind.
When the dark clouds play the game of see-saw to create the titillating deluge, the raindrops appear as if they are trying to pierce my soul, It brings back the memories, the pastoral times, we spent, we cherished, we mushroomed together.
When I tried to embrace the breeze, I need somebody juxtaposing me and making me inspirited and esprit me with a fresh energy.
I tried a whole lot of things to eradicate your presence, but I can’t help it. While glancing through the stars, It appears as if, a painter is penning his imagination in a paper with assuming you in his mind.
I don’t wanna get wet in the rain as, I don’t wanna wash away your memories.
Trying hard to forget you, I finally confined myself to the loneliness of the world, in nature’s lap, immensely, madly, and inanely........