Love Hurts

Love hurts - it tears you apart - it makes you feel cheated - it breaks your heart

But probably you overcome, you rise up from the ashes, and you say to yourself, its him who has hurt me, not love; its him who tore me apart, not love; its him who has cheated on me, not love; its him who has broken my heart, not not love.

With a heart thats broken into pieces, with eyes thats full of tears, with a life thats shattered, you start afresh. You start assembling the pieces of your heart and try joning them. You wipe off your tears and put in kohl there and get ready for your office, you clean the mess of your life and try to organize it. You move on, with a hope that hope you form new hopes in your heart. Hope you can erase the scars of your heart completely.

But the scars remain. They remind you of him - he who had hold your hands and promised to be there forever. He who had told you that his love for you is ultimate. he who had told you that you mean the world to him. he who had told you that he is only and only yours. And he who abandoned you when you needed him the most. he who lied to you all these while. he who just played with your emotions, a game that you were not even aware of. The scars remain - they will always be there forever, in stead of him.

You have had some lovely memories together. The time that you spent with him, uttering sweet nothings, holding his hand amidst a rainy afternoon. Reading together, watching movies together, fighting together and making up together. Those times remain, they remain forever. Those parks that you visited, those lanes that you passed by, those joints where you had your cosy meals, and delicious breakfasts. They remain and they remind you of the Love, thats there, and always will be.

Today you look around, you pass by the same lanes, you pause before the same park, you peep into the same joints, you walk by your memory lane, with a scarred heart, you look for him, but he is not there - probably he never was? Probably it was your illusion? Probably you were dreaming? Probably it was a hallucination? You look above and ask your God, "is this what You call Love? is that what You had in store for me?"

God smiles at you and blesses you, like He always does, but you dont realise. You are angry, you are upset. You blame God, you blame Love - but you dont blame him - may be thats why they say, Love is Blind? You tell God, "I am angry with You. I dont trust you anymore, I have no faith in Love that You propagate so much - I hate the whle sick world"

But do you realise, Hatred is Love upside down? Do you realise you still wait for him? You still hope he will be back someday? You still expect his call, his sms, his mails? You still dream of him, holding you hands and promising you to be there forever. Telling you that his love for you is forever. His words echo in your heart, his actions perform repeat telecast on the screen of your mind. You want to forget him, but you cant. You want to move ahead but you cant. You want to let go off him, but you cant. And then you say, "God, I dont believe in Love anymore!"

He has moved on - left you alone. He is more of a practical sort. he has his comfort zone where you donot belong. He had to choose either you or his comfort zone, and he chose the later. He had to choose either you or his society, and he chose the later. He had to choose either you or his career, and he chose the later. He had to choose either you or his material growth, and he chose the later. He chose what he wanted in his life. he exerted his free-will. You love him truely, so you are happy for him - happy that he is growing in his career, happy that he is accepted in his society, happy that he is comfortable within his comfort zone, happy that he is happy with his family, happy that he is happy attending seminars... you love him so you are happy for him.

So stop crying, you are happy. So stop cribbing, for your dream has come true. You wanted him to be happy, didnt you? Yes, you did. And now he is happy. So let him enjoy his life. As for you, God is there, and so is Love. God will mend your scars someday. Hope lives on.

Wish him all the best in his life. May he have no regrets and may every moment bring him loads of happiness and prosperity. and may he get his true love someday, so what if you didnt?

Love hurts, but hope does not. Long live the hope.