Just A Phase To Her Hesitant Side

By Harsh Casturi

He stood outside by the balcony, breaking the barriers of tears, seldom did she notice, he was a mess waiting to be understood someday in the future. He showed up every single day, craving for comfort with a smile that masked the pain behind. He never asked for a thing or two but gave away his little earnings for the joy that beamed on her face and a few. His moments were complete on seeing her happy and he was never more than a complete disguise to her tunes and sappy. He was never understood, the way he wanted, so he found a comfort in the moments that haunted. His reverie ways, his silent gaze, his mismatched praise and distant haze, all seemed a bit repugnant to her tastes.

He was a mere lonely soul inside who never understood how to express something without breaking on each word and shine. He was a believer of true love, that the love was understood through a silent gaze, that the words didn’t hold enough power to express, that the tears of joy said everything and the unsaid expression was channeled in the gaze. He kept looking her way, whenever he felt lost, he kept channeling his ways and took the strength from the cause. The cause that the love will find him in the end. And in the end, seldom did she notice and called him a phase in her life. The phase had his life’s worth, the cause left him in cries. For him, it was everything and more that could have been, than just a phase to her hesitant side.

By Harsh Casturi