When You Love...

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When you love someone, you want to fight for it, you want to put everything at stake, and you just do it. Sometimes against the world, sometimes you fight with yourself, sometimes with them.

 But what about when I just want to stop. What about when I just want to love, either i am sick of 'fighting things'or i am fond of love, I don't know, but sometimes, I just ignore the stuffs I feel can invoke a fight, just to avoid a fight. Sometimes i don't want to clear the mess just because, anything but a fight is what i don't want . I just want to make myself understood, i want to clear the mess, but i drown them off.

 Sometimes I want to speak up, when i can't say it on the face so text helps, but 'the backspace' understands more than he do, it keeps my secret. All I say is "I love you" & yeah, it's a dawn, it could have been a dawn in hell but it ain't. I walk pass, love is absolute, I walk quiet, love is glorious. All the mess lying on backyard, I cared nothing but front more, again & again, the warm welcome I've always served to him.

 One day, I got a visitor, I always do, but this one was different. The unuttered mess unintentionally pooped up, again. 

 'Oops! Sorry.' I said, gathering it all, & myself. I was heading to the backyard, to dump some more of it. The artificial Alzheimer helped again, the fake front is as gorgeous as messy the backyard is(Yea, a messy line).

 The visitor I totally forgot about, was standing right beside me, 'Stop it!' he said, like a pleasant music turned a horrible crap, his eyes were locked on my backyard. 'Stop it. For your sake!' he declared. After a very long time, 'backspace' re-wrote the whole 'mess-journey'.

 For a second, the mess was on the front. 'I don't want to fight', some familiar voice calmly whispered.

 'I love him' my conscious unconsciously murmured... :)
-Sakib Tamboli
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