When we fell in love, it was exactly like learning a new
skill.
We were exhilarated, curious, the adrenaline rush
was out of control yet everything seemed to be so sorted. We promised each other a bucket full of things. We had assured each other a lifetime. Remember?
We were
sculptors, trying to shape great things into existence with just the magic of
our love..
We were artists painting masterpieces with brushes made of
nothing, but feelings.. two architects designing our best lives, together.
Forever.
We were so deep into the bond that if given a chance, we
would have coloured the world into the most beautiful place, that too with efforts very little.
We were almost like the forces giving birth to a new entity,
a new life. Almost.
Just. Almost.
We could never really do any of that..
While running fast and wild, penetrating deep into the chaos
of the world, I don’t know when you let go of my hand, the hand you had promised
to hold forever... accidentally or by intent, I don’t know and I guess I never
will..
With you, I shaped so many dreams.
With you, I destroyed
them too.
We together, murdered love, two lovers, a potential happy family and
their happiness. We killed the baby we had raised with passion. It died in the
very hands that had made it.
We painted the most beautiful picture together and
we also tore it off ourselves. We built a paradise, beloved and put it in flames, mercilessly,
without a second thought.
Its so artistic and incredible to make something this beautiful
and also to ruin it with our distinct, sequential vile actions. Isn't it?
We made
each other learn that not every art is to be adored, not all of them are beautiful.
Some set us on fire while they are being smoldered themselves.
