Heart not free

And though he had got over her, he could never outgrow her love. The thought of her warmth still made him comfortable. Maybe he had convinced himself that she will never be his, but he can never get rid of her impression on him.

Now he looked for her in every girl he met. His heart yearned for the same spark again. And this is probably the worst place to be. The person ready to love but heart not free.



She was mad at him.

But he was stubborn.

They loved each other.

But not more than their egos.

They fought day and night.

But they also loved day and night.

Why they did it they didn’t know.

Why don’t they just let it go?

One day it all lost bounds.

She threatened and so did he.

Shouts and swears were hurled.

And also were things.

The heat of the exchange reached the zenith.

And something wrong happened.

‘DIVORCE’, she shouted.

‘DIVORCE’, he shouted louder.

And they both walked in cross directions.

There before young eyes was innocence slaughtered.

Childhood crushed in the war of words.

The child wondered what was his mistake.

Did he trouble mum too much or nagged dad a lot?

Did he asked for too many chocolates or did he not sleep early?

But more than this he thought of one thing,

If he could get his mama’s soft hand and dada’s strong arm together…


You think she made a mistake.You want to tell her but she won’t listen.

Yet you go to try your luck. 

You speak up. She denies.

You hold back yourself. She taunts.

You control. She taunts more.

She doesn’t want to but it is human nature.

To bring the devil out of the man.

You lose your cool.

You blast out. So does she.

You taunt. She taunts.

Now it starts.

Dead topics are brought to life.

All the exes and sexes are mentioned.

Things get worse. 

You both know it’s wrong. You both want to stop.

But the ego goes on.

She shouts. You shout.

She shouts louder.

You swear.

She leaves.

The sudden moment of realisation hits you like a bolt. The words that you had said had hit harder than rocks. 

You recall. You regret. You repent.

You break the glass, you tear your hair.

She is not going to be back.

It is unimaginably painful. You cannot believe it.

You get depressed. You start thinking.

Wait… wasn’t it her mistake.