Het.

Do you hear me? I’m shouting into your ears.At least try keeping your eyes open. Look, I exist!

No. It is not a teardrop you fool!
It is raining outside, does rain bring back memories of times spent together?Now, don’t answer. Don’t say No.

Smell the mud.It is paying it's tribute, the pleasant smell becomes the token of appreciation for the sky and the clouds. Learn from them, open your eyes.

See my eyelids, they are bent down with heaviness. Heavier than my heart, I guess. Do you hear a thing? The heart beat, mine.

Look at your palms, touch them; do you feel the skin on my cheeks? Sit and relax.

Try listening to my laughter in the silence. And you think I’m laughing? Hey man, I’m amazing at this. I so tactfully manage to camouflage my tears between these fake smiles. And you think I smile. I’m just saving these tears for laters; when you would be gone forever.

Do me a favour, don’t ever sympathize with me even if I ask you to do so, on some vague occasion. Because I’m no dust. And you are no god, nor do I worship you. I simply love you. Little bit.

Please don’t ask me silly questions. I can’t define love, it is as abstract as life itself. I can define hurt very well, thanks to you.

Oh, I must thank you. You have made my life colorful. That is a blessing for a woman who worships black. But tell you what, I hate these bright oranges and the florescent greens. They simply blind one. Like they have, you.

But it is bliss, to love. Love substantiates life. It gives some hope for some beauty. Like snowfall. It is so amazing, it hurts though.

What do they say "All beautiful things come at a cost". Like myself, I come with this baggage of unconditional love. Don’t you bother, I’m carrying the luggage, wont let your shoulders suffer. I care, do you?

Do I pester you, I wish you did. But what is it about the rivers that run down to meet the sea. Does the sea care? Of course not.Imagine the sea flooding the world because some river just forgot to join in. Hilarious, it would me. Like my life itself.

It is beyond midnight here, I look out of my window and see it is raining heavily. Where are you? What are you doing?

Are you talking to someone, expressing some delicate emotion that I wish you had shared with me? Are you listening to someone or just to the sounds outside your empty house?

The croaking frog? Are you going to sleep now? Me too, will try.

I will not write anymore ; Must cry, signals this lump in my throat.

NO, please don’t bother. I’m not crying for myself. Not for you.

Just simply for the sake of this little love.


(Het - Love)