There's nothing I want more but your good morning and goodnight texts just to know that I am the first and the last thing on your mind, like you, are mine.
There's nothing I want more but coming home to your cozy hugs and deep kissed as I have lived in my dreams.
There's nothing more I want but you telling me that I had been on your mind all day like you are all the time on mine.
There's nothing I want more but late-night long drives just to get ourselves ice creams.
There's nothing I want more but drinking wine together by the fireplace on cold winter nights and romancing in the rains.
There's nothing I want more but a home with you where I'll be cooking your favorite cuisine while you look ...
As the cold winds touched his skin, his hands missed the warmth of her hands. They reminded him of how she would hold him always in her cozy arms. The gliding tears on his cheeks missed the sense of her cheeks through which she would smoothen his cheeks.
He ached for everything, her smell, her laughter, her being annoying, her silliness, her care, her love, her presence, her just being there for him always silently smiling upon him assuring him that she would be there with him till eternity.
He could do nothing but regret for not giving her the love she expected but could never ask for, he regretted realizing late that while she was keeping him warm from his cold world she was burning herse...
Will you make me stay?
It was just this one usual Tuesday noon when I was sitting in my bed sipping tea when my phone beeped. It was a text message. A text message from someone who used to be so special, is still special. It read, "Hey, I'm in your city."
And there was a sudden rush of emotions within me, countless nameless feelings I felt. Happy, sad, nervous, anxious, confused, teary, mad etc etc all at the same time. After all these days what did he meant when he said this?
I remember how many moments I had to let go off my desire to call you because I missed hearing from you because I was embarrassed. I still remember the amount of courage I had to put in to call you and stupid and...
Our biggest truths lives in the lies we tell to ourselves because admitting to truth is scary..
Dear Long-Distance Friend,
I wanted to write so much... I wanted to write you pages telling you how I feel for you and what you mean to me...
I wanted to confess how silly I found you at your first hello and how your going away that moment killed me more than thousand times inside.
I wanted to tell you that I didn't want you to go, that I didn't know when, in which moment and how you became so special to me that I couldn't imagine my life without around you me, the evening tea doesn't feels good anymore rather the taste of it makes me come looking for the taste of tea I tasted with you, how I long holding you in my embrace, how I want to speak to you about moons and stars, of love and li...
I never loved you
But maybe when we last drove around the city, I did love you at that moment.
I never loved you
But maybe when we sat together the night before the day you were leaving, I did love you at that moment
I never loved you
But maybe when I clenched your hand tightly into mine mere with the thought of never seeing you again, I did love you at that moment.
I never loved you
But maybe when you kissed me hard underneath the moon that night, I did love you
I never loved you
But maybe when you snuggled along my ear and nose as you gently planted a kiss, I did love you
I never loved you
But maybe the way you took me in your arms as tight and as close as possible, I did love yo...
Like a glass of half fill wine
He left midway
with the touch of his lips
still lingering on the rim of my soul
craving his feels more and more...
The wine never knew a touch of lips
can be more intoxicating than its sharp sweetness...
One more evening, where we sit across each other
staring sharp into each other's eyes
with just the sound of our heartbeats around
Let that little flame of candle do the job with his scents filling the air
as our eyes interlock and this time exchanging not just the words...
Let those untrimmed hairs tease me on my nape...
and those rough edges of your beard run through my cheeks
painting them with the natural red pink blush of your mad love.
Worn out Hopes
I was a part of you, you were a part of me,
I felt your pain but how I wish you could feel mine.
She : promise me.. Promise me you'll meet me whenever you will visit my city.
He : I promise..
And she happily bid him farewell with the hope that his promise will turn into a reality soon..
Has it ever happened to you?
On some mornings you wake up feeling absolutely blank. You can't decide whether to feel happy, stay calm or quietly mourn the sadness you are feeling in your heart. There's a fear of change, your heart not willing to accept. It being skeptical of this new life looking right into your face. You don't know whether to celebrate the onset of this new season or pine for the one going away. The dilemma in your heart is how to take this morning, as a new opportunity or another day with nothing to look forward to. Yes, a new day can really feel heavy if you have only fears building up in you and you are given just words to console which sound equally fake. These words...
Just A Dream
I nurtured a dream
Tenderly holding it in my palms
Letting it grow in my eyes
After waiting for long for the storm to pass
I protected it in my heart
Watering it with shivering hands
Feeding it with the utmost care
While it was still a dream
Little realizing that life was just ready to prick in
And in the flick of an eye
It was gone
After all, it was just a dream.
In a flick of an eye life can change..
From castle to ashes
From greens to the browns
From hopes to despair
From dreams to facts
From life to end.
What is important is who was there when you needed to talk, who held you when you were falling apart...
After days of despair
After years of patience
One day, finally I came face to face with my dreams. Still pinching myself again and again only to make myself believe that god rewards you one day for your endurance and thanking him for making you feel blessed.
Just the moment I raised my hands to hold my dreams in my palms life pricked in while I was still off guard..
You are a fool to believe that drrams do come true..
There's this silence which wants to scream out loud..
Waking up everyday with absolutely nothing to look forward too and going back to the bed with this heavy heart feeling worthless..
Wake up to find no one to wish good morning and going back to the bed without hugging goodnight is what emptiness is.
A million times strong turmoil going within but just veiling it all behind the silliest of smiles is one hell of a thing.
Trying to kill time was never this difficult.
Look across the table and find no one to share your happiest moments, forget about the saddest ones.
Scroll through the contacts in the phonebook and have no one whom you can call or text irrespective of the time..
When your p...
Haphazardly she was looking for something in her cupboard. Something she had lost long back. It took her years to convince herself she'll never find it back. But that day it was getting on her nerves. She had to find it. Finally, she found it. Kept safely in a box along with a few other little things. A half-broken necklace, an empty refill of a pen, a small toy, a candy wrapper, a few pennies, four different coloured pens and a pen-drive. She kept it staring it for long before plugging into her pc with trembling hands. And there it was.. a story stored in a disorganized 756 MB folder. One by one she stared every picture till it was engraved on her heart when she suddenly came across one spec...
This is the irony
Not only his love but his given pains and bruises also complete me..
He knows me the way even I don't know myself..
My every story is still safe and only readable by him..what I was before we met, what I used to be with him and what I have become after he left.
This is the irony..he still knows me better than anyone else better than my own self..
When you suddenly come across a relatable one-liner ♥
"The dark depths of a Sylvia Plath poetry and the romanticism of Neruda, I am either or both"
There are times when your are seeking answers like mad to all the questions overflowing in your mind. But at the same time you know that you have no idea what the answer might be and how they will affect you..
So you allow the questions to keep piercing your heart till you learn to live with this pain or till the day you realize that the answers does not matter now..
In the day she was a simple girl hiding behind her laptop screen at work, too reserved to wear the lightest lip color.
At nights in her alter ego she was a badass with red nail paint, sharp stilettos, red lipstick and red wine!!
Opened the paper
and closed the same in a few while..
It was one of those days when hearts was so happy that no words were enough to express it..
It spoke to the soul what it felt while the lips just smiled.
However the mind knew about this evil trap, it knew that this silly heart was reminding the girl of the time she fell in love for the first time and was giving her goosebumps. But this time, it didn't sent a alert signal. It knew that the girl hadn't had this feeling since years now. So it smiled and allowed the heart to fool her.
The not ‘so-lost generation’
It was just another day. A boring Sunday evening laid with the heaviness of Monday being just a few hours away. I was just lost in thoughts as to how to make the most of this never returning evening while I was at a signal. Just then I noticed a teen boy helping a blind couple cross the road. Not did he helped them cross the road but assisted them end-to-end to their destination.
I couldn’t help but smile. I so wanted to capture that moment in a picture but by the time I reached for my phone the deed was over. Though I failed to capture the moment it got etched on my memory palette forever. That simple move of gentleness was so beautiful that it left me feelin...
Somewhere in the crumpled bed sheets
In the wilted flowers
In the sheets of papers
In the dried up ink
In the most lifeless mornings and saddest evenings
In the heart-rending poems, stories and songs
In the most loneliest times
In my fakest smiles
My heart still pines for you..
With you everything was beautiful. With the daybreak, I used to smile because you used to be the first thought in the morning. There was a sense of pride in me because of all the girls you chose me. I remember those eyes of yours looking straight into mine the day I was moving to a different city, blank yet speaking volumes. Though we never confessed back then but five years of friendship was enough for me to know that you too were in love just like me. Still, there was a faith that maybe this is a test of time and that we will get through it. Seeing you just four to five times in a year was never enough when I used to see people together. The songs, the flowers, the pictures, the messages ev...
Everything that you write
has a share of your life
Either an experience you had
Or a dream you want to live
Either a feeling which touched your heart once and still keeping you warm
Or an unexpressed emotion to the beloved or your loved ones..
Your every written piece has a piece of your life in it
A little tinge of that maddness
A dollop of that sudden happiness or saddness
A hint of that loudest silent heart break or a hearts full of love and happiness.
Writing is putting to words that moment which touched you deep and keeping that moment forever safe..
Loved you in a way that this heart feels devoid of love and courage to love someone new..
You left taking away everything from my heart and filled it up with echoes of pain and hear now resounding amidst its broken walls..
And maybe one day we'll meet again with a little fire in our ice cold hearts, still a little in love with each other yet too admanent to admit it. We'll still be a little more stubborn despite those gray in the hairs to accept that somewhere along all this way the love story we lived was the most perfectly beautiful and there was never a story possible again with the same tinge of madness and passion with someone new...
She is not just going through it but have felt this in more than a thousand manners .. More ways than the number of times it has been talked or written about.
Every day every second the girl promised herself to make her coming life the best and every night she has to collect her broken pieces and gather that scattered strength. Sadly these broken pieces are a result of stone pelting of harshest words ever said to her by her very own.. Her past sins are holding her tight in their harms and with each blow on her weak heart proving her the most evil soul, the soul with which she very warmly and lovingly care for her people. She is tired of all the bitter remarks and of standing for...