"Would you rather trust someone with all your heart or hope that someone trusts you ?"
"I would rather trust someone."
"Would you like to hope for a happy future and follow your passion or be certain that you would be successful but choose the safer path indeed ?"
"Call me a coward. But I will choose the safer path."
"Okay." "Would you rather hope that one day this world will be a happier place or accept the reality and try being happy with what you have ?"
"Hope for the world to be a better place."
You throw back a laugh.
Confused I ask, " What happened?"
You questioned back, " Tell me why didn't you choose hope the first two times."

"Because hope is a poisonous thing. It fills you with aspirations for a future that's not certain and may never happen and In the process we lose ourselves somewhere."
"Yes and its funny how somewhere,somehow we always stumble down the path of hope."

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Hey look,
Its your birthday again,
Its on days like these.
I wish we could go back to Barney's
And sing on top of our lungs.
I wish we could sneak at midnight,
And go eat blueberry-nut ice cream.
I wish we could go to the movies,
Just to mock it and get kicked out.
I wish we could snuggle into the blanket,
And talk about our dreams.
I wish we could go sit on the field,
Within the flowers, where we first met.
I wish only if you could come back,
And tell me it was just one of your another pranks.

But dont.
Don't come back.
We will ruin each other
In hundred magical ways.
Maybe this is love,
But this love is toxic.

-

This room stinks of cigarettes, you of alcohol.
Cheeks tear stained and eyes blood.
Red.

The same old fight. The same old I love you"(s).
This heart weary and this soul almost dead.
I feel your heart beating against mine.
I feel myself burn with each passing day.
You whisper in my eyes," let me be your remedy. Let me fix you."
But tonight when you hold my broken pieces so tight,
You taste of nothing but poison full of spite.

-

Numb

Years ago, somebody had told me that I feel too much.
That my emotions get the better of me.
That I am a fool to love a love so blind.
So I decided to get rid of them.
Depart for good.
Because it is easier to be numb,
Than to succumb to this heartache.
So I collected fire woods.
And gave them a proper cremation.
But even now, the fire still burns.
With people coming here to cremate their own emotions.
I watch them patiently.
Waiting delicately for this affair to end.
Only so I can hold on to the ashes, just to feel something.
Desperately, just like anything.

-

I love you
Who gave these three words so much of meaning ?
It's blasphemous now to say it and not mean it. And that's exactly why I will do it. Tonight and for the rest of the nights.


I know am a bad person for lying to her
But am worse, because I still want her.

-

" I don't want you to ride back alone. "

Or maybe not. Maybe we just don't realise that no matter how lonely we feel, there are always people who care and who would want to stay. No matter how dark it gets, the stars, the stars won't go away.

-

Sometimes you don't get the right words.
Sometime's the pictures are enough.

-

AFFINITY

-

Last few days, I haven't been able to sleep.
I long upon all the mistakes I had made;
I regret every single thing.

Like in junior high,
I put on my sneakers,
So that I could be one of the popular kids.
I left my best ones to sulk.
Just to fake my way into the accepted zone.
I should have chosen her.

Or the one time I chose the girl who liked my face.
Instead of the one who loved my soul.
Why? Maybe fame.
I should have chosen love.
Or all those times,
When I worked against my will.
Put up a show to entertain the world.
Every time I felt something was wrong.
But being accepted was all that mattered.
Every chance I chose the society.
I should have chosen myself.
It should have been for my happiness.
It should have been for me, only me.

-

Silence

In the tethering silence we stood,
Our hearts paving a route.
For once instead of your hazelnut brown eyes,
I was looking at the little cut hidden crinkles of it.
And gradually my gaze traced its way to your hands.
Revealing another war field, stories scraped out of wounds.
And I couldn't help but think,
Was it a rowdy childhood?
Or another horror of abuse?
Did someone else did this to you?
Or did your thoughts victimize you?
As I looked up for the answers,
I saw your lips forming a sad shape,
Something I didn't know such a bright smile was capable of.
Your shoulders were brooding.
You looked somehow intact.
Why had I not seen this before?
Was your cloak finally down?
I looked up again.
This time, into your eyes.
Just to see you were searching for answers in mine.
Kissing you would have been the appropriate thing.
But our hearts were served on a platter.
Our scars were put up for a show.
So instead,
In the tethering silence we stood.
Our hearts paving a route.
Filling the blank spaces,
With unheard phrases and unsung tunes.

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