#When I showed this post in a draft state to my friend, she was seriously disappointed. Why don’t you write about love stories with happy endings she schreeched with a low tone.
And I was like love stories that are complete end in marriages and people don’t write poetrys and sonnets on them. Unrequited love stories make great songs and poems. And the world clings onto it for centuries I confessed #.
Unchasable ❤️
It’s been so many years. Our love is now old like the hills, aged and antiquated. But very often you come into my dreams. My strong desire to meet you transforms into a series of images, emotions and sensations occuring involuntarily during my sleep like a reverie.
You are right there in front of me, but you don’t see me.
I touch you but you don’t feel me.
I talk to you but you don’t hear me.
I feel you but you don’t sense me.
You are unchasable, untouchable and unceasable.
I wake up with an excruciating pain that hurts like a hammer in my chest and it’s there for quiet a long time during the day. And as the sun sets and I see the blue Robin’s flying back to their nest, I know I am going to meet you again during the night in a hypnotic state in my dreams where the nightingale sings a different mellifluous tune.
I wish how I knew a spell to have you forever till the end of time. I want that kind of privilege.
But I know some day I will meet you somewhere in some place, in sometime, in some form but I will meet you and you will feel me hear me sense me and love me. And that will be the day when I’ll stop dreaming about you because I will be there deep into your arms embracing the moment I have been longing for a long long time. And that will be my time when the sky will collide and the earth will shake, the mountains will bow. and the ocean will rise and then in the evening silence we both will go on to become stardust in this galaxy of life.
By Madhura ❤️
Madhura Jha 