I yearned for your touch. You slept two feet from me but were miles away. I wanted to reach out to you and run my hand down your arm. I wanted to feel your rough hands caressing my face. I wanted my slender fingers to run through your hair. Involuntarily, my hand went towards your heaving torso. I wanted to feel your heart beating. Was it thudding as fast as mine? I pulled myself together just in time. I adjusted the pillows between us again and went out into the balcony. Tomorrow I’d ask for a separate hotel room.
I don’t know when I fell in love with you. Worse still, I didn’t know when you fell out of love with me.
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Next time, Mommy dear tells you to get up by 7, tell her ‘time is a concept humans created’!
Next time your friend calls you an insomniac for being up at 3 am, let him know ‘time is a concept humans created’!
Next time, that relative asks you when you’ll get married, tell them ‘time is a concept humans created’!
Next time you think you’re too young to hit the road in your running shoes, tell yourself ‘time is a concept humans created’!
Next time, you want to play with that kid’s toy, tell the kid ‘time is a concept humans created’!
Enjoy what you get of time! Because though we created it, we don’t control it!
Thank you, Akiraa, for nominating me for the 3 day Quote challenge.
Your eyes. Your eyes always saw the good in me. Your eyes reminded me of how much I should love myself. Your eyes were not scared to see my darkness. Your eyes took me in from bottom to top, within to without. Your eyes wanted to know me to the core, not just the crust.
Your eyes smiled each time I did. Your eyes scanned the crowd to catch just a glimpse of me. Your eyes didn’t waste a moment, not admiring me. Your eyes made me blush.
The fire destroyed it all! Your eyes were the last thing I saw before losing consciousness. Your eyes were also the first thing I saw after gaining consciousness.
That day it was to be either both of us or none. But you went away leaving me alone in this big, wide world. Or so I thought. Your eyes are now mine. And they still make me blush.
“Question with boldness even the existence of God; because, if there be one, he must more approve of the homage of reason than that of blindfolded fear.”
Do you think there’s a God? If you do, like most of us, then :
Why does unwavering faith become blind faith? Why does hope become sticking to tarot cards and crystal balls? Why does our love for life turn into fear of death? Why do we believe more in stone idols and less in our very own souls? Why do we choose to hide behind religion to explain all the unexplained cultures of our society? Why do we instill fear in the name of God? Why?
Accord Him with the homage of reason; not of blindfolded fear.
Do you think there’s a God? If you don’t, then :
Who do you think created gravity?