Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Tell the heart... it's over... move on... let go.....IT WAS NEVER MEANT TO BE...

One does hurt.... but what the heck life goes on... newer avenues open up, new people to bond with. Forget the one who hurt you, move on says the mind and the heart follows suit. So easy to say and so difficult to implement, yet we need to do just that... Move on, let go.

Tell the heart, it's over... move on, let go... It was never meant to be. Had it been so, it would have borne fruition the first time itself. It didn't, it won't ever. You were never meant to be together, destiny or no destiny.... you can't live  a lie all your life.... he isn't worth your tears... it's over, move on. Steel your heart, do not let anyone hurt you again. You are not meant for these mere mortals... you are meant to do greater things in life... better yourself with each breath... become stronger with each moment.

Each moment henceforth, make yourself better and remind yourself never to make the same MISTAKE again. First time was a learning experience.. but I never learnt from it and made the mistake, a second time.... don't do it again... it will be catastrophe a third time. You never get so many chances at learning, you have been given this chance, don't squander it away. This time round, close all the doors... don't open them, no matter what... he doesn't deserve you at all. keep him as a memory, a lesson well learnt... that's all.

Don't give importance to someone who will never be there for you... someone who seeks cheap pleasure elsewhere. Move on....... tell that weeping heart to let go.... don't waste a tear no more... I know it's easier said than done, but do it... one step at a time... just do it... LET GO..... It was never meant to be.

The signs were all there, but I was blinded by his return. Now, it's clear, he is a spooky lost soul, searching for himself what he lost long time ago... his own doing... his folly. Let him be... he is lost forever to mankind... let him wallow in his sorrows all alone...Just let him be... he can never find happiness... he squandered it away... his own folly, his own doing.

Flow, be the rolling stone you were meant to be... do not gather moss.... just flow and merge into the ocean... that's were you belong... in the deep blue sea... your resting place.... the depths of which you have to explore, being a mermaid and sing songs on the rocky shores in moonlit nights. Songs, only you can hear.... the words that only you can comprehend... no more for others... The Nightingale is dead.... no more music flows forth it's throat... she has melted into the night and only a waft of her perfume remains.... to remind her loved ones that she is there for them and ONLY them, and no one else.

Life beckons with brighter prospects and I embark on a new journey ... all alone.... because, it's over and it was never meant to be.... sad but true..... a  harsh reality....



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