And Love Continues

Ariba Khan

December 23, 2017 | 72 Views |

Death leaves heartache no one can heal and love leaves a memory no one can steal. We all feel the pain of losing some one, we all grieve about it but we all learn to live with it.

My heart was throbbing to see him,

I walked down the lane wearing the white dress he loves to see me in.

I reached the place where I could see him.

I smiled at him and the red blushed cheeks were quite visible.

I told him how much I missed him all this while and how much I wanted to see him.

How much I loved him when he tickles me the way I feel the cool breeze on my face.

How much I loved him when he ran his fingers through the length of my hair.

How much I loved his touch like the way I feel droplets of rain.

I chuckled and then looked down towards the rose in my hand.

I asked him,”Do you remember the times when we use to fight and every time you brought a rose to mend things between us?”.

I told him how carefully I kept all that roses to cherish his love for me.

Then I saw the ring on my engagement finger and I asked him,”Do you remember the time

when you knelt down on your knees with ring in your hand and you asked me out telling me that I taught you what love is?”

I told him that how magical it was when he slipped the ring on my finger.

I told him that he had the power to mesmerize me and how much his charm was

infectious.

I told him how much I loved when we cuddled up during the shivering winters.

How much I loved when he held my hands while watching the stars laying by my side in the stillness of nights.

I told him how silly he looked when I announced our first baby and he jumped up with joy.

I thanked him for wiping my tears whenever I cried and for sharing my fears and pains and for bearing my terrible mood swings.

I thanked him for being there for me all the time whenever I needed him in these 60 years.

I thanked him for his unconditional love and I told him that he meant the world to me.

Tears rolled down my cheeks and I knelt down on my knees and kept the rose on his grave

and whispered that I love him no matter how far he is....


Ariba Khan
Ariba Khan
Every new journey leads to a new destination and writing is the most beautiful journey for me!