Sunday, 7 July 2013
There was once a guy who was very much in love with a girl. He folded 1,000 pieces of paper cranes as a gift to her. Although at that time he was just a small fry in his company and his
future didn't seem too bright he was contented with what he had.. for he was in love.. and they were both happy together..
Until one day, this girl told him she was going to leave the country for Paris and try to live a new life there with no intention of returning back. She also told him that she cannot visualize any future for both of them because he was poor and he had no dreams. He couldn't believe what he just heard and couldn't help but cry. She was his dream, his love, his friend.. she was his everything..
Just when he thought he had it all he gets to experience the true side of the world.. with all it's misery in it..
But love is being able to accept the truth no matter how it hurts.. She broke his heart and yet he still loves her..
Days have passed, months have gone by and yet his feelings for her has always stayed the same..
He worked hard night and day to put his mind off the past..
He wanted to prove her wrong about the fact that he has no dreams.. he can be somebody someday..
Finally with all the hard work and help from his friends, he was able to build his own company..
One rainy day, while he was driving along the highway, he saw an old couple sharing an umbrella in the rain while heading to some destination. It didn't take him a while to recognise them for they seemed familiar to him.. they were his girl's parents..
He drove back to them.. slowly.. to show them how his life has changed. how successful he has become.. he's got his own car, house, company.. he's got it all..
But what he saw next confused him. The couple were heading to a cemmetery. Out of impulse he went out of the car and followed them.
She was there.. his heart pounded so fast for he couldn't believe what he was seeing.. He felt the warmth of his tears thrickling down his cheeks.. He was crying in the rain..
He saw his girl's photograph smiling sweetly at him.. from her tombstone.. next to the paper cranes he once gave her.
Her parents felt his presence and looked back at him. Out of confusion he asked them why.. and how did all this happend..
She did not leave for Paris for she was ill with cancer, it was her cliché. She believed that he will make it someday and she didn't want to be his obstacle. All she ever wanted was to be with him.. but she chose to leave him to spare him from her suffering and frustrations..
Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to,
doesn't mean they don't love you at all.
her parents to put his paper
cranes beside her, because, if the day
comes when fate brings him near to her again... he will remember how much she loved him and how much he meant to her...
Once you have loved someone, you will always love her.. forever.
For what's in your mind and heart will remain forever.
He cried in silence and whispered...
"I thought I almost had it all
.. now i know what was missing.. you.."
Friday, 1 February 2013
Last night I was lying on the bed and it was 12 o’ clock. I was chatting with my friend Criss discussing about my poems and after saying good night to her I was listening to some music and I slipped into slumber. About 2 or 3 o’ clock at the night I got up and realised that my music player was still on, so switched it off. Then I went back to bed and wrapped the blanket round myself as it was a bit cold.
I could suddenly feel hot air on my neck and felt like someone was breathing over my neck. Moreover, I could feel someone move its arms around my waist. That's right there was a ghost on my bed because I sleep alone in my room!
It’s spooky and strange and unbelievable too but trust me I felt that and I immediately got up and sat on the bed and what do I see?? I saw a dim light over my dressing table. I saw that the ghost was writing something on the mirror when I went near the mirror shivering. I saw that the ghost was writing with my maroon lipstick. It said
"I love you darling."
I wanted to scream at that moment but unfortunately could not get my voice to come out.
Then suddenly I felt something cold grab my waist. I felt a hand push my hair back and it started kissing my neck then the ghost whispered in my left ear, "Will you marry me."
I turned and before I could scream I saw a ray of light one figure. I expected a very dreadful, scary figure like the ones we see in the movies like "Grudge" or "The ring".
He was very far from scary, he was very handsome, he was 5'8 perfect for my 5 feet height, he was a well built man, he had dark hair and skin like snow and he was shining like the moon in the sky.
It was "Ray". I had seen Ray two months back when I was waiting for a taxi. He was standing beside me, he smiled at me and I smiled at me. We said "hi" to each other and he told that his name was Ray. I shook hands with him and just then a hipster pushed me and I lost my balance and was about to be hit by a bus but he ran, caught my hand and pushed me away. The next thing that I saw was that Ray was lying on the road, motionless and bleeding. I couldn't see him as a lot of people had gathered around him. I couldn't stop crying. We had just met 5 minutes ago and had 60 second conversation and he had saved my life.
I was so grateful to him and for a month I had gone to that place every day just with hope that may be just maybe one day might get to see "the man who had saved my life" but I never saw Ray after that. And now Ray, the man who saved my life was standing before me, I could not believe my eyes.
“How did he find where I stayed?” I asked myself.
To my utter surprise I got a reply, “I saw you when you came in search of me on Street way road, you couldn't see me because I was dead by then Lina, it took me two months to learn the powers so that you could see and touch me.” He further added, “I found you three days back but did not want to scare you, I have been seeing you sleep and ‘it is the most beautiful sight that I have ever seen before’; I fell in love with you, the first time I saw you.”
“I love you too, Ray.” saying this I started to cry.
He grabbed me by my waist and my feet were no longer on the ground. "My prince had swept me of my feet" he had these most beautiful brown eyes like chocolate chips in milk. I could drown in those eyes forever. Then our chests touched each other, I could feel my chest being pressed against his cold but hard chest. I felt like as if I was in the most secure, safe and the most amazing place. It was like I had forgotten all my worries; I had the most remarkable feeling of my life. He carried me in his arms. We had locked our eyes in each others eyes; he walked to my bed and sat on it. I was sitting on his lap. He slowly pushed away my hair from my face and ran his finger on my cheek and lips then he smiled and kissed my lips.
Then he took out a ring and showed it to me. It was a beautiful platinum ring which had a blue diamond which was princess cut. I smiled and nodded. He placed the ring in my ring finger. We were married and no one could part us now. He made me lay on the bed and he lay beside me with his left hand under my head and his right hand over my waist hugging me. I could be like this forever as ‘I was married to the most handsome guy.’ I lay hugging and talking to him, I didn't remember when I fell asleep.
Today morning when I got up I thought "what a beautiful dream I had", I saw Ray in my dreams and just as I was about to get up I saw that the blue diamond ring which was my wedding ring in the dream was actually on my finger.
"My heart skipped a beat."
“I WAS REALLY MARRIED TO A GHOST.”
Friday, 25 January 2013
When you feel someone close to you slipping away,
at some point you have to let go...
You have to step aside so they can make their own decisions.
If you need to pick up the pieces afterwards, be there to pick them up.
But if everything turns out okay, be happy and accept it.
Sometimes the hardest thing is knowing how to let a friendship drift,
when a little space is all it needs
Just because i don't scream my feelings,
Doesn't mean i have none.
Just because i seem indestructible,
Doesn't mean I'm not weak.
Just because i don't cry in front of you,
Doesn't mean I'm heartless.
Just because you think you know me,
Doesn't mean you actually do.
Wednesday, 19 December 2012
I often wonder about silent readers. I wonder who you are, what you do, why you read my blog.
I wonder because I am what you would call an
“I’m reading your blog and you will know it” reader.
Why? I'm not entirely sure. I do know that I love to engage with a blogger that I feel has something in common with me. But then again, there are also bloggers that I follow that I have nothing in common with, but I enjoy the way they write, take pictures, dress, etc.
I’m serious, every blog that I have ever followed has at least one comment from me. It is my way of letting that blogger know that I follow them because I enjoy their blog. But I also notice that when I leave several comments and get no interaction back, I become a silent reader.
So I wonder if some of my silent readers feel/felt that I have not made an effort in interacting with them when they made an attempt to interact with me. Or maybe some people do not like to join the conversation because they do not feel they have anything extra to add.
Or maybe the whole
"if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all"
is working in my favour
Let’s hope that is not the case ;).
Getting off track here.
Any who, all of this to say that I really would like to know who’s reading. So if you are a silent reader and have never left a comment, jump out the bushes and scare me with a hello. I just might hop on over to your space and violate you with comments/emails.
Lot's of Love from BQ
Tuesday, 4 December 2012
When an opportunity comes to bring us a little happiness we should not turn it away quickly just because it falls short of a perfect solution.
Because, when we grow old we don't want to carry disappointments and bitterness is our hearts.
So take what life offers;
A gift can come in many different coloured ribbons.
Even if it's not wrapped in your favourite shade it doesn't mean that you won't like what's inside the box.
It’s Your Turn
What do you think?