She was stronger.
Much stronger than any man would ever be.
She was stubborn.
She hated compromises.
But it was before she felt in love.
Love made her go soft.
Love made her forget her stubbornness.
Love made her compromise.
She compramised her dreams.
She compramised her thoughts, her way of life.
And, now she wasn’t strong any more.
LOVE, which she thought would be her strength, became her weakest point.
~Revati
And there u were,
Finally in front of mine.
Thoudsand thoughts running behind mind,
Hundered words waiting to be told.
But, I couldn’t utter a single.
Yet hoping, u would understand every feeling within me.
Because I really believe in the laungage of love.
And, I think, the only way to speak it, is through eyes, through silence.
Oohh, and their, that one thought, rasing its head above all.
“Dream”, it says, “this is a dream my dear”, and, all I want to do is shut it right now.
And then rings my alarm, yelling at me, saying, “it is a dream u idiot”.
poetry
-by रेvati 