Fate of A Desolate Love


He was elated when he realized that their hearts had a special connection. He was so happy that his heart was part of a resonance pair. A string will swing at its maximum when the two ends are held at a particular distance. And he was petrified out of terror, the terror of fate, when he found out that the distance that makes their connection the strongest was so large that it might break the connection altogether. What choice did he have but to walk away to that far place, because he felt that one moment of the strongest connection between them was worth everything than a lifelong bond that knows not its true extent or purpose. It is so easy to call him a fool, which he really is.

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Devastating False Positives


A zero is better than a false positive.

when I am devastated and nothing is going my way, and will seemingly not(as you will come to read); one small moment that hints at ‘a turn of events’ in favor of me will raise my hope so high, unaware of the eventuality of the nature of fate, that, when I come to know that it was just a false positive, and that the truth is that nothing is still going my way, I would be but double devastated.

A zero is better than a false positive. Less devastated is better than devastated-devastated.

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With Tears, But Without Fear


wielding words in a kindle fire,

kept alive by hope, as wings took it only higher.

hammered on the anvil of trust, respect and desire,

feathery weapon of love grew mightier, yet stayed tender.

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invisible sparks of pain pounced upon everything around,

caught and embraced by the timeworn carpet,

under which were waning memories, of time now and beyond,

fate made me but a puppet.

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so huge the fire,

it threatened to ash away all that is dear,

my own death denied me coming anywhere near,

the wielded words, the feathery weapon of love, the anvil of trust and desire;

they all let me embrace destiny, with tears but without fear.

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Destiny First, Destination Next. I Choose it, O’ Force…


like runes etched on the ancient marble stone,
i fail to comprehend what bothers you,
i come near to deciphering your troubles,
i come near to tending your wounds,

but something stops me, some force i see not,
i struggle in its wrath, to break free and be there with you,
i try to stop the force by telling the importance of me being free,
i fail in convincing the force to release me, the force leaves me no choice but to fight.

spikes and daggers, blood and burns, wounds and wisdom,
i fight with a million forces, not enemies, within me and out of me,
i surrender to a few, i enslave a few, i fight with distaste for battle,
i yet offer a peace treaty with the force,in midst of such raging battle,
i offer to comeback and surrender, if…
if it let’s me out for now, for this moment,
the moment i intend to tend to your wounds and memories,
to heal and to raise your spirits,
and then my work will be done,
and once again, i will be at fate’s bidding.

the force releases me from its wrath,
there was not a split second gap between me being set free and i stopping my fight and sprint.

the force believes it is my destiny to comeback and lose.

i pity the force.

where i am going now is my destiny,
and where i return hence forth, as promised, is just a ‘destination’.

Force, you may win over me in muscle and mind,
see for yourself whom you fight against,
you fight one whose destiny is to love and spread peace,
do you really think your win over me is the end of it?