Some Things

Some things are too real and too beautiful that you are not able to bring yourself to say goodbye. 

Some things feels too natural in their imperfections that the differences doesn't seem to matter. 

Some things end up coming too close to your heart that it becomes hard to measure and live with distances. 

Some things stay too long in your mind that you wish for more time and memories with them. 

Some things, if meant to stay with you, will, no matter how much you try to break yourself apart. 

Some things make you believe in all the good things you had lost your trust in. 

This Last Meet

I wish we had not met

When again

I somehow managed to nullify the intensity

Of my feelings for you

When I convinced myself

Of the impossibility of our love

When I let the doubts seep in

When I found comfort in blaming you

When I didn't get the revert I desired

When you just stayed aloof

I wish we had not met again after that. 

When it became easier 

To live with your absence

I wish I never agreed to meet you again. 

I wish I had stayed convinced that you were gone. 

That I no longer need to wait for you. 

That acceptance is much more easier

Than this longing that doesn't seem to end

Day in and day out

I wish for the these days of separation to end. 

Are you thinking of me though? 

I was sure that you were not until we met

One last time

And this one last meet

Though loving

Is heartbreaking

I now wish that you are thinking of me. 

Sometimes, do you? 

I wish we had not met this one last time. 

For my life would have stayed smooth. 

And my heart, at peace. 

I am unable to quench this fire now. 

I am getting burnt. 

In this love, my love. 

Wheels Of The Bus Go Round And Round

Have you ever seen your perspective change, 

Like wow this all seem so beautiful now

Taking delight in your thoughts

Feeling an emotional high? 

You hog around the world

Break your own ideals

Let the wind rush past your hair

And find comfort in discomfort. 

Any sadness is not heart-wrenching anymore

And the smiles are filled with joy

Find uniqueness in the little flaws

Develop an understanding of the minds. 

Live out the kid in you

Jump up high in joy

As wheels of the bus go round and round

Don't let your self in anyway be bound. 

Start afresh, start again

Things may go wrong, 

There will be more regrets

But as long as you are alive

Adventures should not end. 

There is no time weak or strong

Life is out there for you to grasp

Take it, and sing your own song. 

Love. Pause. Run.

It is difficult to decide at which stage it should end. 

When we are in it, the relationship span seems too small

When we break apart, it suddenly becomes too long

And you are left wondering if only it had ended much sooner

When it was still at its peak

When it was still beautiful and full of love and longing

Like a wave of wind gushing past through you unexpectedly. 

Love should be a sudden, strong, passionate intersection

Full of sweet loving fragrance

That either should stay

Or should leave much before it fades into its end. 

Nobody likes these turn offs. 

I want to stay forever in love with you. 

But now, I am not. 

Next time I will learn to grab those pauses

Where usually the insecurities and fear start to seep in

And you seek your daily dose of assurances. 

That "pause", when you don't get a revert

When you notice the distortion 

And lessening of efforts, 

When you feel it in your gut that something has changed

The day you start clinging more

Doubting more

And... Loving more

That day, when the pause comes

End it. And run. 

Dying Hope

How difficult is this feeling

To let someone go

A person you were getting to know

Is now becoming unknown. 

How tiring it is

To live an unfulfilled romance

You are left hanging between

Being hurt and never be hurt again. 

I wonder if I overread your actions

What if I was wrong to come to the conclusion

That you were not just leaving by mistake

But that you actually wanted to leave in the first place. 

What if I wake up tomorrow with your text

Prompting me to miss you

And believe in you once again

And question why I felt what I felt. 

Or if I am throwing you off

And you are tired of defending your purity

And this time you couldn't

Pamper my insecurities. 

Or perhaps I want to believe in a mere chance

I am living in a dying hope

And as 'we' fall apart

Maybe you can extend your hand for one last hold. 

What A Waste!

Grieving is never easy

Separation lasts much longer than the moment

And that's why I had pulled up my guards

Before you made me believe in us. 

I wanted to believe, the fault was mine

Though I was pretty sure every love hurts

And every relationship ends

And yet I did both

I want to believe in exceptions

I want to believe in magic

I want to live the fairy tale of love

A romantic cliche

Endless nights of intertwined bodies

Lingering frangrances

Sweet promises, fulfilling hopes

Lovely visions of the future

Sharing the feelings, the thoughts, 

The places, meals, and songs. 

I wanted to get wasted

In the most comforting cuddles

For elongated hours. 

And if we had to separate, at least it will be

With a sweet longing

Knowing that you were the best thing that

Happened to me. 

But this love... 

What a waste of hope! 

When The Loving Stops

Can you just not tell me, 

When your love for me stops? 

Can you not give me a warning

That it is fading to black

That the process has started

Of reaching the end? 

I wonder what is worse? 

Cheating on someone, 

Or just stop loving someone, 

With no gradual reason? 

Either ways, you are left blaming yourself. 

Why do I get attached so easily. 

No, usually I don't. 

But once I open my heart out, 

There is no turning back for me. 

I am ready to risk the dive

To fall and be injured. 

But why, why can't you

Have the courage to take it further? 

Were you afraid, 

Or were you lying to me all that time? 

Uncertainty

There have been times

When you have raced through your life

And have been those years

That were needed to be endured with resilience

There have been many facades

Meant to be unmasked

And the bitter truths too

That made you prefer a relevant false. 

Somedays you are too good to be you

Somedays you have ferretted through your selves

To find the one that is true. 

There have been no certainty in the events that have gone past

But still you seek conviction in all the wishes you've asked. 

It is too risky to trudge the line of faith

When on belief you try your best to survive

As you exert to acclimatize yourself

To this scrupulous force of dubious life. 

The Futile Hurt

You can not plan out your love. 

The understandings, the longings, 

The beautiful moments and the feelings

Is a pure symphony of time

When the frequencies are supposed to match

They will

Smoothly and sub-consciously

Soothing your heart

And bringing peace to your mind. 

But when this does not happen

Maybe the timings were wrong

Maybe the person. However, 

What stays truly at fault

Are your expectations. 

Carpe Diem!

Saw your dream job vacancy, apply for it. 

An unattended chocolate lying there, take it.

An appreciation of your hard work, accept it. 

A mango hanging on a branch, pick it. 

A swish breeze hovering past, breathe. 

The first beam of sunlight? Feel. 

Tired while you are running? Stop. 

Feeling low on a day, call it off. 

Heard that lovely music? Dance. 

Recalled some random lyrics? Hum. 

Feeling something? Express! 

Listened to someone? Understand. 

Your reflection in the mirror? Compliment. 

Craved for a vacation, book that ticket. 

Wanted to watch a movie, play it. 

Want to take a walk? Do it. Now. 

Found that girl you always wished for? 

Till Then

The stars have been subtle in their telling

Planets all sound asleep in their orbits

As they witness the desires unfold

And being nurtured into fruition. 

Time will come to change the orbits

Shift the timelines

And set every thing back to default

Except that, 

No night, though dark, 

Wil ever be the same again. 

Neither be any moonlight, ever so shiny, 

Wil be as pleasant. 

Till then, 

Wil you just stay? 

Love Is Never How You Want It To Be

Love is never how you want it to be

It tangles itself in a spiral of fortunate beliefs

And unfortunate happenings

It can start much late, 

It can end much sooner

It can hardly be in sync

And you may not love each other together

Yours may begin when his's end

You may be left longing for more

And he might not have anything more to give

It might be a platter half eaten

By the time it reaches you

It might be decayed

And you may try to preserve it still

All you want is just try to stop the time

Hoping that it makes a mark on your memory

Without breaking you from within.