Diary of a Lost Wanderer

Copyright (C) Privy Trifles Note to self:  A lot of love with a lot of promises in the form of a ring for this finger; none could bind my dreams or hold my heart. All they had was a fake odor of something called desire, hidden deep beneath the labyrinth of love!  But today I gift you this promise of love – a predicament of eternity and an oath of a lifetime ~ I promise to love you before anyone else. I promise to love you forever. I promise to look after you. I promise to never let you get hurt. I promise to hold you, cherish you and be there for you, always. To be there when you need me, and when you don’t, I promise.

A sleepless night always makes me wonder what is it that my mind is trying to tell me...something that is much more stronger than my dreams and which needs to be heard. It is perhaps the reality which demands to be seen closely...felt and understood.

Sometimes just deleting contacts from your phone book gives you a strange relief....maybe because you know that in real life there is no way you can delete them or their memory forever. This is the closest you will ever get to deleting them and experience the pain of bidding a final good bye. A point that promises that healing is nearby.... that one day you will be able to look at them without any reaction and move forward crossing them like complete strangers.

 : Lessons learnt today :  1. Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them too doesn't mean they don't love you at all. 2. The fact that it has happened yet doesn't mean it will never happen ever in this life.

I began blogging in 2011 with only poems and non-fiction. After almost a year of blogging I tried my hand at fiction and gradually moved to romance writing after 2 years. The shift was never planned or intended. It just happened. If someone were to ask me, I would always say stories and me, never! And that too love stories, forget it. But the very fact that I wrote my first ever love story at 13 ( I recently found that diary again ! ) and that too from someone who has never read a single Mills and Boons ( you need to believe me when I say that) that was a huge leap. It just happened, and I don’t know how. 

I am writing a letter to you and wondering how to address it given that you meant something else yesterday, are something else today and tomorrow will be something much more than that.

Someday I will write a song and capture you in it forever ; till then let me live in the story of us.

Wrote a letter of forgiveness to a person who is no longer a part of my life. Somewhere in between those words I am still wondering whether I was seeking forgiveness or giving it... This confusion is what defines relationships best because somewhere in between such confusion is where lies the true meaning of life. Till we find it we continue to exist in this chaos like confusion and call it life.

Some books aren't just stories. They are the answers universe us giving to the questions that have haunted your soul since ages. They are a solace for they reaffirm that somewhere there is at least one soul on this earth who understands your pain and worries. And that this soul knows exactly what your heart wants to hear. They know exactly those words which will comfort your soul and they sing them in a tune which resonates with your being.