To Love
Now after telling that I will write regularly, what to write? Writers block? Lack of inspiration? Lack of content? The fact is there is nothing happening close to my heart to make feel inspired to write. I once used to have a flow of thoughts whether I put it in words or not but now there is a hollow feeling, emptiness where there is nothing residing. Why is that? I always do things to make others happy? So they accept me? But what is it I want? What is it will make me feel alive? By doing what? Being myself? Now when I say this I am not sure what is to be myself. Doing what will make me feel relaxed or good? I have realized and learnt one valuable lesson Giving without expecting Notions of what it means to love with expectations are what get us into trouble. I have started realizing this fact off late personally, because whenever I give my love I have always wanted it to be reciprocated. Be it a intimate relationship or a hi bye friend, I have always wanted my love to be