A Conversation : Part 1

One day, threatening messages started arriving:

H: Hey .... In my head, we were (are) good friends. That's why I've been receiving these messages daily for the last four years. For once and for all, text me something so abusive and offensive that it will wash away this misunderstanding of mine forever. I deeply believe that no matter what level of misunderstanding happens between us, the complications can be solved by an honest conversation.

PS (PostScript/ Request): There are dictionaries available in the market with many antonyms for the words 'abuse and offence' (just saying).

Next message after two days:

H: Listen, girl!

One day, I will write something so beautiful and cute that all your memories, whether primary, secondary or even muscle memory, will have to recall your friend (Me) and then reply to me.

And if all this does not happen then...

Then also NO WORRIES...

There are other dictionaries in the world with many synonyms available for the words 'beautiful and cute'. I will pursue them.

ONE DAY...

PS (PostScript/ Self-Realization): I apologize for the last poem. Actually, as a matter of fact, it can't be put in the category of a poem. Moreover, it would be a crime to even call that Hotch-potch, the right sentence. One thing I have understood is that I need to take those thirty days of a Learning-Program (crash course) for English grammar. It (my poem) hardly qualifies for being called 'just words', which were wandering here and there looking for somebody sensible who can adopt them and put them in sentences that at least make sense. The poem was: Time is Money, money is honey. All make us old, the cherished moments with you still breathe in me like a fire of a flower singing the journey of 'making of gold.' Four years ago.... the flower, that fire, her special song is now behaving with me as cold as snow forget me like those hushed footsteps in the corner room, full of glittering bulbs but no glow.

Every nice and fair thing is not foul, release your heart, and it will find its passion, its soul on its own. Just follow it, and go with the flow. Those dreams of yours will come true which you have not yet even seen in your eyes, in your heart will glow like a sprout grows.

I think this is the best example to exhibit this famous quote, 'Don't go with the words, go with the feelings hidden in it... To Be Continued...