I wish you suffer a lot. So you know what I feel, So you don’t pity me, So you love me in that pain. Call me selfish, but, I don’t need your sympathy, I want your empathy. If you can. Please. ~RavS ## Slight, but in a way enormous difference between sympathy and empathy. ##
I think a lot about the subject of love. Not just the romantic kind, but love of all kinds.. Brotherly, motherly, friendly… There are people who want someone to love them. Someone who can take away their feeling of being ‘lonely’. Someone to take care of them, to talk to them and be a base for their self worth. Then there are some other kind of people, people like yours truly. More than someone to love them, they want someone whom they can love wholeheartedly. They hope their love would be acknowledged and respected, and at least not rejected or ridiculed. ...
She had springs in her steps, her eyes had glimmer, She wanted to stay back in the present but jump into the future. They called her July, the month she was born. But she loved January, waiting for the page to turn. She knew the next year would be more similar than different, The disappointments would be as high as her expectations. But her heart didn’t accept what her mind believed. She had darkness all around, so hope’s flame she lit. And so she continued, battered and bruised on the Love’s course. Of all the hate of past, she just wanted to Love by Brute Force. ...
ना बिछाओ इतने गलीचे, ना रखो इतनी कुर्सियां मेरे आँगन में। थोड़ी जगह मुझे घर में प्यार का गुलिस्ताँ उगाने को भी चाहिए। ~रबी [ Do not put so many carpets and chairs in my lawn, I want to grow a little bit of love in the house. ]
बड़ी ख़ामोशी से मैं तुझे प्यार करता था , ना धड़कनें जानती थीं, ना दिल को पता था। हाँ इतनी ख़ामोशी से मैं तुझे प्यार करता था , ना धड़कनें जानती थीं, ना दिल को पता था। पता है, जब मैं और कलम अकेले होते थे , अक्सर तेरे बातें ही किया करते थे। तुझे याद करते कलेजा भर आता था , जो मैं कह नहीं पाता था पन्नो पे , वो पगला यूँ ही गुदगुदा जाता था। कलम की सुगबुगाहट पन्ने बता ना दें कहीं, कुछ ख्याल इसीलिए दबा के रखता था। ना धड़कनें जानती थीं, ना दिल को पता था। ...
Be the momentum to my inertia, The force to my resistance. The antidote to my disease. ~RavS ## It’s every thinking man’s dream, that his lady is his ultimate inspiration and source of motivation. Time and again, I get into this ugly web of mind where I am not able to move forward in life. I just feel sick not being able to understand how to get out the mess. ...
Don’t need luck my way. I’m enough ‘cause you’re there. ~RavS ## I know some things are out of our control. There does exist something called ‘luck’ even if we try our hardest. But I don’t want to believe in that. At least, not in your case. ##
Don’t need to show anything to anyone. Enough we are among ourselves. ~RavS ## Of course, people are going to judge us. Some of them might want us to fail. They will ask questions, they will make sarcastic comments. But we don’t need to prove anything to anyone. We don’t need to show them anything. You are me, and I am you. That is enough. ##
You’re my weakness, I’m your strength. How beautifully unfair is that. ~RavS ## You consider me your strength. Your bedrock. But I consider you my greatest weakness. It’s unfair, but it is what it is. Accepted. ##