How she missed those days,
When the weight of a heartbreak, of not being loved back was the worst tragedy she’d ever faced;
When cuddled pillows and soaked sheets were the gateway to peaceful dreams;
When large bowls of dark chocolate scoop ice creams were an Instant cure to anything…
How she missed those days,
When laughter felt genuine because it was;
When tears hurt for reasons she could put into words;
When she went to bed with the worst of pains, knowing, knowing for a fact it will get better with the coming dawn;
How she missed those days,
When reality was a beautifully crafted fairytale;
When nights were a beauty and her eyes twinkled at the sight of stars;
When being fine didn’t seem like a far fetched wish and happiness wasn’t history.
And all she yearned, was for someone to say, I feel the same way too…
“Happiness wasn’t history”–WOW, that one struck home for me. Well done.
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Thank you very much Azul. ☺️☺️
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So deeply beautiful!
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Thank you very much ☺️
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I feel the same way too 🙂
I am sure we all have some wonderful memories that we would like to re-live!
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I think we all do too.
Thank you for reading and commenting too 😊
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Your title says it all. You have captured the essence of Melancholy beautifully, as usual!
Hmmm, I eat chocolate ice cream each night… 😉
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Thank you very much Deb ☺️
Haha, I wish I could. Trying to cut back on my milk intake due indigestion.
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I wish I could cut back on my ice cream intake due to weight gain… 😉
A little willpower would work!! 🙂
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Hahahaha, you know what they say, life is too short 😄😄 enjoy
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Yeah, that’s what I tell my willpower every time it rears it’s weighty head!! 😉 Hmmm that’s a pun in so many ways!! Lol!
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Hmm. How deeply melancholic. I hope happiness becomes a present existence and not history.
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I think it will happiness will become present once again too.
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The pain is pasted in every eloquent words you use here, Ameena. And yes, sometimes I feel the same way too.
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Aw, Thank you very much Rosema.
Sometimes, the best sound to our ears is knowing we are not alone.
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That is true. It’s comforting. 🙂
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Heartachingly beautiful. Yet again. Your words are like a stab..so powerful, oh my.
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Thank you very much Vidisha. Awww, here’s a little balm to soothe it.
❤️❤️
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You’re always welcome Ameena. ❤
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Beautiful!
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Thank you ❤️☺️
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yayy! Read one of your emotional and beautiful creation again! Aptly beautiful! 🙂
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Heheh, thank you! ☺️☺️ are you less busy now and back full on blogging?
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My pleasure! 🙂 I guess that ‘less busy’ will take some more time. My research work and 7 month old kid kind of need more time (And i am happily giving). Blogging as much as I can! 🙂
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Oh so deep and I can feel the yearning! Great job!
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Aww, thank you Joy, even this is a sad one.
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Yes it is sad, pulls the heartstrings as so many of your poems do!
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Wonderful!
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Thank You Rosiey
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