Okay?

I start to write.
But as it happens, I'm afraid words won't do justice to my feelings.

I decide to write it anyway.

I start word by word turning thoughts into poetry. Words start to talk. Emotions start to overflow. Something that was buried inside has found a new life. There is a riot going on in my heart and mind.  So intense a feeling that I feel overpowered by it and my heart starts to sink. I hold myself back and try to gain control, failing to do so. I then decide to go with the flow.

All one could see was baffling ocean of emotions. And there was blood. Silent screams. Everywhere.
But I was not surprised. Afterall I was trying to turn her into poetry and casualties were guaranteed.

Seconds turned into minutes, minutes to hours and I realized I was awake whole night.

And I had written only these lines:

"No but's, maybe's, why's. He just loved her in purest form. He was lucky to do so. Blessed.

But what if?..Tears rolled down his cheeks.
A silent prayer from his heart. Like a dying wish. He couldn't live without her, he knew.
What a lifeless life would that be? Totally worthless.

God!!!
His madness knew no limits. He was crazy.
He could do anything to spend a moment with her and one lifetime wasn't enough for him.
Life was so good when she smiled. And world was a better place to be in."

Enough said.

Memories

They say memories make us who we are, that the past defines us, but we can't forget to grow, evolve,
because sometimes a memory can be so powerful that we get stuck in it, frozen in a moment.