Friday, 30 June 2017

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First day of my college ...damn happy but nervousness I had....I had my dreams before me,Yess!! Just thinking I have to do. I have to complete my dreams not mine can say of my Dad...
      When I was moving towards my college with one of my closest friend. We were having discussions on how comfortable we are when parents dont be with us....  I said "I am confortable when there's no one home or mom is out for work. I get time to think, to examine myself." She said" I do feel comfortable but I feel more good when I have my Dad at home..a bit protective I feel"...we went in deep talks like this..
    Humein kyu aise lagta h ki parents humse dur hone chahiye...hum kyu comfortble hote h itna....mai janti hu reasons h like generation gap n all....bt ek bar jb wo chut jate....kbhi b pakad me nhi aate tum kitna b chaho...tum kitna b tadpo wo wapis kbhi nhi ayenge...kbhi b nhi.  To aise hi baat karte karte.   
     Hum donon 'LOVE' is shabd pe aakar atak gaye     kya h ye kya h??
       I said "love is still waiting for DAD when he is never gonna come back..  love is still having him in her heart forever....love iscrying with her pillow at night for not having him.......love is always being in past memories with him....love is having fake smile when someone speaks about their DAD....though you wanna cry out loud....love is begging him back towards GOD...love is unconditional love of a daughter towards her DAD...love is being damn happy when he comes in her dreams....love is endless love between which will never be understood by anyone....love is happiness...love is happiness of having him....happiness of still dad loves his daughter...happiness is living in fantacies with her Dad... love is unexplainable....love is something you cant define  through words but can have through actions" through this we didn't have anything to speak...and again I got pulled in d memories..like always....
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