I wish I knew how to quit you.

Dear Muse,

I cannot give up on you. I cannot quit. I cannot simply stop loving you and move on. I cannot stop believing in the magic that love is. I cannot stop keeping faith in coincidences and conspiracies that introduced us to each other.

And that's not because I'm madly in love with you and I do not know how to quit you and I wrote poems for you in the process of loving you more and more or because you came into my life and enchanted me with the spell called 'you' at that time in my life when I was disenchanted with everything and everyone else.

I'm not doing it for me. I'm not doing it because I believe in the 'possibility of 'us''. I'm doing it for this world. I'll go through all the suffering and all the pain that I'll have to just because of this world. For there's already so much hatred and cruelty prevailing in this world and only love can become the light of hope.

It is only love which is holding this world together otherwise it would have fallen apart a long time ago. And people like me, who still have their faith in love intact, are the ones needed more to make this world a better place.

In this world, full of liars and dishonest people, someone like me, who dared to love truely with all the honesty he had, who put everything he had on stake just for the sake of his love, who actually loved and loved with all his heart and never even thought of hurting anyone in the process, who actually cared for the person he loved, is a rare thing.

I'm a good human being. I never did anything bad. I never caused any harm to anyone. I helped people in need. When I loved, I loved earnestly.
And If someone like me would lose his faith in love and give up, it wouldn't be a good thing for this world. I should not give up. I have to remain the sensible human being you once praised. If not for you and me, for this world.

I'll walk through the fire for you. For you're my world. And the world is you.

Yours truly

Himanshu!

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