Why do you break an egg? Can you make an omlette without breaking it? Can you bake a cake without breaking it? Why do you break the coconut? Is the fresh, untouched and unopened coconut useful? What is it used for? For show? What is the motive of unbroken things? To stay the same or to break and serve, to break and free the things that suffocate inside, to break and to be open for all the things, to live and know that there lies something inside you. Why do they break? Do they really break or do they open for both letting things in and letting them out at the same time.
No, I am not glorifying heartbreak and ache, I am just trying to make you believe that it's okay to get your heart broken and bruised once in your life just to taste what's inside you. Even if you feel that it's not okay, it still is. Okay, the intensity with which you got hurt is not the same, maybe your intensity of hurt is more than anyone else's, maybe no one else goes through the things in the same way as you go through, maybe your heart really bleeds, maybe your heart is living in between the pricks, maybe your sadness is much more than the sadness they describe, maybe your tears come out after struggling to stay inside, maybe your days are as dark as the night. But believe me, believe me, that we live under the same sky, we live in the same universe and our problems are universal problems. We might think that no one else goes through what we go through but the reality is different, every one of us lives the same lie, the same truth, the same heartbreak. All of us, we share the same sufferings, we share the same problems, we share the same struggles. The difference is just that, some can handle it well and some can't, the difference is just that we get to suffer because of different persons and you see, that difference to is a similarity between us all, we do not suffer because of any specific person, we suffer because of ourselves, we suffer because of our heart.
We suffer because our heart breaks, it breaks and we then realize that we have this organ called a heart that can feel other than just pumping blood. It breaks, the fluids spill out, the feelings scatter outside, and when they don't get what they want they start haunting our heart. It breaks, no it opens, it opens for possibilities, for letting things in, for letting it feel, for bringing some changes, for throwing things out, for detoxifying yourself, for throwing toxicity out, it opens for loving after the breaking too. No, it doesn't break, it just opens for more love, healing, and growth. -sakshi
No, today I don't want to love you, I don't want to glorify the love that I have for you, today I don't want to tell you about the butterflies in my bellies and pink on my cheeks. Today I want to hate you with all that I have, today I want to curse you for making me love you, today I want to scream in your face that I hate you to the core for all that you did to my heart. I want to tell you that love is not pinky blush and butterflies in the bellies, no it is not, it is swollen eyes, upset stomach, aching head, and a damaged heart. Today I want to tell you that you didn't made me happy, it's just me who felt happy being with you nor did you made me sad, it's just me who started loving and keeping that sadness as a souvenir. Today I want to tell you that you hurt me, not a little but too much, too much that I'm now comfortable with it, so hurt that I can't even differentiate between what's normal and what's hurtful. You damaged my soul, my head and my heart, you imprinted your name on it and now it doesn't let anyone else in, it shuts the door as soon as it sees someone approaching it. You made me lose my self respect, my heart and my soul, I'm no longer me now and I hate all that you did to my heart, really. You made me believe that love is not pink, it's dark, it's not smiles, it's tears and sadness. Love, you cursed it, you ignored it, you spoiled it, you ruined my love for you, you ruined my heart. You made me fall in love with you when you had no intention of making me rise, you had no intention of falling along with me. You already knew it was the first time I'm falling and I didn't know how far should I go, with which intensity I need to fall, how long I need to fall, I knew nothing so I kept falling and in the middle of it I found that you were not there, you left me all alone knowing that I might fall, I might break, I might get hurt, you knew this all but you left anyway. No, it's not like that you didn't come back, you came back each and everytime I came up and I accepted you thinking that we both lost our ways, I searched for you so I held your hands every time I came up but I didn't know that it's me falling more and more deeper. I hate you for hurting me, really. Now that I know that, you never had and you never will care for me, may be I can care less because I want to not care for you, I don't want to love or miss you because you never ever gave me what I deserve, you never ever gifted my soul with love, you just printed scars on it.
You'll ask me about love and I'll tell you about heartbreak because love only gifted me hurt, pain and tears and now I do not have the energy to glorify it with beautiful metaphors. So, I wanna throw all the hate and all the love you gave me at a place which is far beyond my reach.