When you are a person who has lot of friends & then it's just most of them are just turn out to be like bad choices & they just keep stabbing you in the back with their actions, you know? Not words.
And then it's like obviously you have few close friends & you find out they are just as not right for you as thought they would be & you have a personality that kind of imposes a vibe that they have to be something different or righteous in front of you but you actually don't want that.
You want friends who are real to themselves & accept the fact that if you are not what this friendship will require to have with this person, that's something good on both parts. There is no judging involved, ther...
Can you see what I see in you?
Can you breathe as I do for you?
Cute little things that you do to make me drool for you,
Hold me please, so I don't fall for you!
Hey lost friend,
I know you have questions for me and you are waiting for revival. Trust me, I wish you can read and give me another chance.
To those who can:
When was the last time you saw a beautiful green plant and touched a leaf and plucked one flower? Do you remember as kids, we used to do that a lot! Tonight, I miss those plants and as crazy as this sounds, global warming and our increasing ignorance towards nature is scaring me. I miss plants everywhere in my garden and pluck a leaf or two just for fun! Now when I pass by, I embrace the leaf, a sad cautiousness takes over. There is nothing enough left of it now, I am afraid to pluck one more leaf. Yes, I am as guilty as others are...
In this open fete of heartbreak, you came to me as another drunk mistake masqueraded in a gentlemen suit,
until your hands clasped my arm and warmth of my embrace melted your mask and we danced till the end of the tune and I only stepped on your toe to make you believe in the fete that my heart wants you to attend! The one where I save you from flailing and stop the music just before the moment we kiss and fall for each other.
Mujh mein kahin ghum hun main,
mujhse hi zara sa kafa hun main,
Main hi toh hun jise koi parva nahi
Na khudki na unki nazaro ki|
Chadne the kai raste inn raatoin ke andhero mein, Par kho gaye kahin mere arman mere hi unkahe alfazo mein|
Phir yuhi main dhunta raha khudko gairo ki parchaiyo mein,
Jab nahi nazar ayi roshni toh theher gaya main mere hi patjhad ke mausam mein!
Karna tha jo unka mazloom banke, kar gaya main vo, mera hi zalim banke|
Phir yuhi zindagi ko apshabd panktiyo ke pinjre mein bandh karke khyal aya
Kya yehi mera chein hai ki rahoo main khudke hi banaye huye bandisho ke ashiyano mein?
Dear god, I don't need an angel deployed by you to heal my soul. I know this might hurt you to hear but your angels fail miserably in doing their job. They come, they instill hope in me, they weave my torn pieces back and apply their secret potion to attach it all together beautifully and then, they make a mistake, one so grave that I almost hate them now. I know you hate the word 'hate' and you may not forgive me for hating so much as I will also not forgive them for their mistake, repeatedly. I am grateful for their service and forever in debt for days when they came and pulled me out from darkness, wrapped a warm towel around my shoulders and whispered words of wisdom and gave me ...
I don't miss you, I regret you!
I hang up the phone. Later that night,
I can no longer understand the difference between pouring a drink and pouring my feelings down. I can no longer make out whether I am drowning myself deeper or touching the reality again. It's tough for me to figure out if I am gasping for air or choking myself for you, without you. Blurring lines are taking frantic shapes in front of my veiled eyes, playing a motion of chaos in the backdrop of peaceful tone of my disturbing loneliness. I can no longer understand why loud screeches are soothing to my aching heart. There is silence in this trauma and yet, music in this tragedy. I am singing to myself and dancing ...
Am I forgotten or forgiven? Still waiting for your reply.
Still the same Me.
An incessant need for closure continues...
You were that left turn that I took right in a long time now,
Until the mirror broke.
I shouldn't have taken the road less traveled,
I shouldn't have forgiven you!
You were the charm,
And I was the lucky one.
You were a blessing,
And I was the blessed.
It is in your thoughts that I reside,
It is in delusion where I actually stay.
It is in my heaven that you reside,
It is in hell where you actually stay.
Last day at college, a friend's note read:
Promise me, you'll never let anyone break your heart.
2 Years later, the irony!
Text notification received.
"I miss you, sometimes"
Finally! I thought. Time raced.
I guess the catch was........ "sometimes"
Turning back from him, found herself staring at the eternal embodiment of love!
I am that selfish little librarian who doesn't like to share her dome, works of written wounds, tales of magical healings, stories of enchanting love and endless accounts of conquest and deceit. My sadistic mind wants that. My hollow soul wants to drink from your curious eyes - the joy of reading it for the first time. All over again.
A risky bid.
Walk into the darkness,
That is where resides fondness,
She is a fallen angel,
An abandoned abomination
Looking for a sinister,
Perching her breath on your soul
Satiating thy body with her demonic claws,
He wants to walk into the divine
Only if he can revive;
Her elusive shadows are waiting,
Outlawing his dilemma with dripping lust racing his veins,
"Quicker"she says, take my bid
And he quivers, like a caged bird
At splits with his scathing desire and unsparing religion,
Inside the fallen church, demolition of faith he fears,
Her black swan figure and blood rose lips grasp him under the spell,
He wants to say, "I do".
Sirens are sounded, the sky starts gleaming
She frowns onc...
Clocks run freely,
And wheels of life turns awry,
Sailing in the desert, our sublime soul wrecks.
Amiss all care, a penny drops,
Dropped in the pit, it's value vanishes
And in a gentle hailstorm, like grey rocks,
We turn white.
Look at me, please!
Do you see me?
Can you also see my lies dripping out of my mouth?
Do you see how happy I am?
Can you see how content I look sipping down my coffee?
Do you realise it's a mask?
Can you see how superficial am I?
Do you think we are fine?
Can you see how distorted our world is?
Look at me, please, like look at me. Coz I can't anymore in the mirror.
Had it not been for you, I could have been someone's patronus charm than being shallow dementor......
The most heartrending experience in life is waiting.....few days into it, you are full of positive hopes, lying on your bed blushing, playing the reel of memories, turning over the bed as if you are turning the pages of succinct dreams written all over body but then....the sun comes up again for the millionth time... And it all turns grey, you know! You have been waiting, more like eluding yourself for too long and suddenly the hope is vanished. It's not coming back, not a single text, not a missed call, not even a shadow of that special one.
It changes within the fraction of seconds. Waiting is playing hide and seek, you know! A loving soul can't hide ...
Guess the name of the book!
I don't want to repeat my innocence. I want the pleasure of losing it again!
Hint : okay, it is one of my favourites. Are you miffed that this is not the hint. Okay! Hint is in the tag.
When your mind starts playing its trickery on you,
Within seconds, you can be a prisoner.
Within minutes, you can go from being a stardust to a hail storm.
With little help, you can be freed.
With little composure, you can deny everything it spins - the unwanted upsurging emotions, deep unsettling feelings, discomfort, sadness and even delusions.
But that thing hurting each and every particle of what your universe is made of!
That numbness and tingling circling over your entire body in repetition.
Yes, that's pain. And that PAIN is REAL.
Do you know the name of that pain?
My life in punctuation marks:
From morning to night, 24*7.
These stories, they sound similar
Of love and of heartbreaks,
all too familiar.
Enough of war stories
And sad stories;
Do you find in these- a new glory?
Stories of murders,
And tales of despair.
Eyes filled with sorrow,
And no hope to spare.
Tired of reading you
And your lies,
Your fake sympathy and
Have you ever sneaked into my mind?
An Unusual den and one of a kind.
Spinning tales of love and weaving threads of suspense
One that you could never imagine
There is nothing in my life,
But everything in my story.
A story that is complete
Passion, beauty, climax and peace,
Seething, soothing and whirlwind
Of Lost Emotions,
Leaves you agog
Wanting for more
" Come follow your dreams"
The hoarding claimed.
"Come fill our pockets and empty your dreams"
What it really meant.
What we really lost?
A piece of time, pinch full of unique perspective, and a whole bucket of priceless childhood memories.
Lost was the chance of discovering the world and a sprinkle of regret to carry, reminiscing of time when we used to stare out of the windows of tuition classes and endless "hobby" classes.
Started to share just lunch with him at the office,
It soon became an unofficial date, a simple "made for you" lunch..............
And then "just for you" lunch.
That feeling of butterflies in my stomach was stronger than my hunger pangs, as I watched him finish the last bite of my lunch!
"I love you" he used to say.
"And I love cooking." I used to say!
I don't know maybe sharing my lunch felt much safer than my heart.... I liked how he loved the smell of my brewed coffee more than the smell of my strawberry shampooed hair and sound of my crisp cookies than the sound of my voice. I was full. Trust me.