Of all those billion pictures
I have of you in my head
This will always hold a special place
The one where you looked at me
With a teary eye and a heavy heart
Yet wearing a smile on your face
You wave me goodbye
And here I stand
And all I can say is
You will always be the stardust in my soul.-
Believe!
That spaces between your hands
Are meant to be filled.
They are not Cindrella shoes.
Somewhere is another hand
In search of this space
To snuggly fit in
and make you believe
After all, life goes on!-
How does it feel?
The moment before being proposed
How does it feel?
To propose your best friend
How does it feel?
Knowning it will be perfect henceforth
How does it feel?
To know that he got everything you loved
Your favourite chocolates,two beautiful roses
A silver chain with a little pendant
Where the initials of both of you was inscribed in a heart
He held it tight in his hands
He refused to leave it even in death
How does it feel?
To lose someone who Almost confessed his love to you
How does it feel?
To hear the news of his death
When you were waiting for a proposal from him?-
Silence needs understanding
Words are understood
even by strangers.-
Don’t stay on my shores
If you can’t handle my waves
You don’t know half the story
Of how I can turn into Tsunami-
I wonder when did I lose myself?
Was it when you said
you didn't love me,anymore?
Or was it when I begged
"Please,don't leave me alone!"
Where did I lose myself?
Was it during the journey
of loving you more than myself
Or was it around the stairway
while we exchanged glances?
How do I become myself again?
Drowning in my endless thoughts
wishing that Cupid struck you too?
Or just walk up to you and say
"Fuck you!" and keep on rolling?-
Those three wobbly bubbles
that shot up from her nostrils,
took with them,the last ounce
of life left inside her.
She transited from blur to darkness.
The darkness,where she always belonged.
-
And as the time passed
I learned to slow dance
with my demons
I kissed my insecurities
and drowned myself
effortlessly.-
I remember how my lips quivered
the very first time they kissed you.
I still remember,how firm
your hands cupped my face,
taking away the last ounce of doubt
gnawing my soul
Filling me with love,and only love.
-
If he chose to fly away
I would let him fly.
For,he would think of flying away
only, if I were his cage.-