What did she say ?

I love her. The best and foremost person who against all odds stands beside me. She broke some glass tables and thick doors to make sure my enemies are crushed. She made some loud noises standing in morally collapsed corridors to snub one of the weakest hearts.

I stand for her today, even if she tells me, I am a bad person, or I do not fulfil her rights, or I am not running fast enough.

Enough of the hatred

Let us love our wives. Let us near them and kiss their foreheads. Let us make them feel queens, fighters and leaders. Let us give them some love.

I know, I am hate ridden buffoon. I am an ugly heart and aggressive goon. I know, I am bad and I do not stand up until the noon. I know, I am bad, poet or writer or broken, but I am not able to give her what she deserves any day soon.

Life is good. Honestly it is fine. But why this hatred, ugliness or anger. Why do I fail to find the heart inside and fail to love it. Why do I always stop and not look deeper into what she thinks. What she wants. What she deserves.

I am a buffoon who do not understand, what she wants.

How do I make it up to her

Some said, I am not good enough. Some said, leave me alone. Some said, enough of the sobriety. And some said enough of the freedom.

Do I make it up to her or not? Do I move and fix it all today or not? Do I take some more hours off my busy office routine or not? Do I live or not?

It is a never ending quest. It is taking a toll. It is taking some snatching the grace and lowering the charisma. It is taking time.

Can it all happen fast enough. Can we unite soon enough? Can I find the peace, serenity and quiet time enough? Can I find Prophet Muhammad any sooner? Can I convince her it is all for him? Can I tell them it is not boring or stupid or weird?

Listen wife

She said, I should have appeared. I should have at least tried. I should have at the minimum, shown up.

I do not find it meaningful anymore. Running the same sprint, same track and same goal any more. I am done with the repeated proving of my good-enough capabilities. I have shown them I can do all the things. Now I do not have the courage, stamina and zeal to run the entire cycle again.

It is freedom. In woods, in the morning, near the air and sober breeze, there is more. It is some noise there. Still I can hear it and feel it spoiling the fun. Let it go quiet. Let it all go serene, my gal, and I will show you what is really living.