Vinya Martham

 Dear, what should I call you now?

I was longing for that to happen, I was calling out for help, crying over and over again just to let go of the pain and agony.

I never imagined something like this, something whatever we experienced(ing) so far(now).

hey, let's make it more informal so that we can feel it better like reading this together. the whole time I am with you is like I am living in some kind of musical drama, all the background scores that affected me, residing in me are getting shuffled on and played as per the situation, how are you even capable of doing this? Do you know who Am I? I was living in two extremes one is like I am the almighty and the other one was where I wasn't even alive. You did this to me, you made me realize this moment... You pushed me into reality and paved a way for me to breathe in the real world should I be grateful to you? What should I give you? my life? Even if you don't want that I want you to realize that, that's already under your possession.

Will you let me inside your reality, do you love me back or at least look at me back the way I did? even if there is a chance let me know I will come and get you even if the whole world stands up against me. Can you make me wait? but don't stop me, please. let me love you let me live inside you let me breathe through you... 

Hitting the reset button was all about you I guessed but I am wishing you will hit the play button too.

Yei, let it be anything let it be the reason to stay or to leave but let me do it, let me stay, let me stay right there, let me love you don't just stop me, please. You're standing in front of the light dear I can't see the light and I can't see you, you're standing there like the shadow of hope, can you just be real for once. The only thing which can bring the light to me is you.

All the curves of my lips, you're just there can't you see? All the tears are in your shape cant you understand but to love you in the way I am doing, I don't really want you to acknowledge but not really. I am a liar, a good one, and I act well too but surprisingly even doing all these I am happy only.

Dhuvi, The very minute I realized I am into you I stopped all my expectations I know that you're not mine maybe not yet maybe not forever but that's okay, I believe in this minute I believed in that always.

Every time I had a choice, I chose that very moment because I know that was the only thing I am very much sure of. Not only me we both are sure of this moment. THIS MOMENT is what's happening now. Can you stay? Can you hug me till I lose this? Can you kiss me forever like literally forever? 

If it is not me who else, if it is not you then who else?

This love, Thank you for that, thanks for letting me know that I am there, I can be there, for letting me there. Its not about the minutes I stayed but I will take that along with me for the one last walk.

I am writing this with a few tears in my eyes but I am not sad, you're here, now.


That's all I ever prayed for. Can you hold hands? hug me for a while? I will melt in your feet and will never rise again.

My True Love.


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