Confession.

I always remember the time when we used to look at each other and our shyness kissed. The time when he secretly admired me and I knew he was doing so but always be silent. The precious feeling of Nostalgia strongly hit me up everytime I stared at Our pictures for hours without even blinking the eyelids because that would form darkness and I didn't want to miss a single thought picturized. Together the times spent and the moments felt, oh god how can them be so special and speechless, so worthy and lunatic. I cannot confess this to him, things are not same anymore but they are in our hearts obviously. The hurt hits and love cracks but never fades. He gave the most sensitive gesture and I never replied, maybe shyness was surrounding me too much but I wanted to. I even want it right now but things, they aren't any same anymore. The much he wanted to love me the more I wanted to love him. The less he wanted to leave the lesser I wanted to separate. Together by heart and by actions still but hurt separated us. Pictures flashes back, memories flashes back, so do my mistakes, so do my Lies, and his broken face. Fear of losing and hope to see him soon will always be honey to me. Time flies and hardships too.
PS I Love You.

Temporary Pleasures.

Why is it always like people do the things that aren't legal or that aren't necessary to do?
Just an overlook on the dark yet bright side of people's life.

Ground covered with ashes and pills.
Dreams hiding behind the syringe.
A fall of foggy mist.
And eyeryone's blind side reveals.

The smoky surrounding offers a pleasure.
Travels and wander the world and heaven.
Comforting lies that are untold still.
Beneath this round that follows and kill.

Morrow will come with another sorrow.
Another hour a leaf will burn.
The next side a patient returned,
With needle fixed and heart hollow.

'Drugs are for losers' my mom said.
Drugs are intruders in oneself.
Pleasures temperory and guilt forever,
Cries heal 'juries never.

Misfortunes.

With yesterday's nightmare and tomorrow's hope she was soothing herself,
A shelf full of messed up books and her dusty hazel eyes.
A perfect combination of blooming rays! Just like ice on fire and clouds on volcano.
With her admirable complexion and restful tiredness.
She took a step towards the world.
World full of hopeless pleasures and timeless expressions,
Welcomed her with a well of criticism.
On the new grass she stepped hesitatingly trying to forget the past.
But past, that was such a misery stepped yet again in the dark!
With all the books she moved further,
With every move she found his shadow following her.
Remarkably she missed her own shadow.
Just as the fault lies within. He lies in her.
And the love, stole her.

Love remains.

I listened and watched her as she explained her worst dream to me that came true. Tears rolled down her eyes as she said, "never settle with the thought that they will be your future", bullets runned down my veins and my heart skipped a beat after hearing this. Something like a heavy rain fell down that night, from my brain to heart to body. Clouds bursted as they want to speak, speak that don't allow them to snatch your love and run. She continued her injury and my veins were getting stronger after each sentence by her. My thoughts got bigger and touched the sky.
" He cheated me and took my love away with him".
"So how long it took you to make it through your new life? "
"Forever." She continued. "It took me every mili second, every minute and every miserable hour to get over him but still I am standing on the same path."
That monsoon night, I decided to love my love but not to believe that he is going to make till my future. I decided to give my all but never to trust. That night, the beauty shrouded herself with thunder and love punched harder.
"We can't imagine where time will take us. It just test your future, your settlement, your career and if it spins it will pinch you hard and the reality will fall in front of your vision. And you will try hard to run from it but it will follow you till your death and makes you regret every little thing you did to keep everything safe."
"Than what about the man who is presently in your life?"
"He's my escape."
And the bullet marks remains.

Thinking Out Loud

People speak of Equality.
They also speak of Feminism.
But why don't they go for Humanity?
Or is this a kind of Criticism?
Why don't we be like Rock Doves?
Silent and fly for the happiness of The World.
What if we save lives of animals?
It is much better than being cannibals.
Eating each other with our judgemental thoughts.
Laughing so hard and still searching for Paradise Lost.
Racism and Casteism. Can the world live without it.
They say we are children of God, well it's just a myth.
Because people who are His child would never go for religion discrimination.
And if they do, it's our wrong decision.

A Known Stranger.

I accidentally met with a lesson today. It didn't teach me what to do, where should I go with my life or how to end with it. It taught me something that's a must in this millennium. It said don't be too stupid to trust anyone. Don't be in darkness and hold anyone's hand. That one can steal you from yourself. I never knew something like this will happen. I never knew my day will end on a serious note and a rhetorical question. That after knowing people so well, after all the lost years, what I have learnt? Everytime a new side becomes known. Everytime a stranger shows up an unexpected identity.
"Some things got to be real." My heart said.
"But those things are known yet strange to see". My mind said.
And the battle started.
Time shows true faces. Well it also shows true hearts and feelings. Everything ends and at last you meet with a new person whom you know so well. You meet with a " Known Stranger."

PS: God knows I will be saving my trust for Him.

Dream.

Does there still exist a world of dreams?
In which unicorn and centaur lives.
In which one sleeps in galaxy.
And imagines a life full of golden flea.

How can people be so cruel?
For their own good flooded blood.
They tend to be so sweethearts.
And in reality covered with shroud.

Can their still be once upon a time stories?
In which fairies and angels bless.
For the world to be happy.
And the children to sleep well.

Who snatched all the dreams?
Where all the beautiful tales are lost.
Only dreams of living are left.
And the rest are gone for all.