Tara: Did your heart love him? Jessie: (giggles) Yes Tara: What about your mind? Did your mind adore his? Jessie: (confused) Umm I think so. I thought heart was sufficient for love. Tara: Dude, you can’t be serious?! Why would you want to be with someone when you are not sure if your mind likes his. I told you like million times not to forget to ‘think with your heart and love with your mind’. Silly girl, when will you learn?! Tch tch..
You can’t save someone who doesn’t want to be saved. Wants to burry themselves in pain.. Who wants to think that there is no option left Who wants to feel that there is no purpose to live. No person to love. You cannot save them. Stop chasing someone to save, as in no time you will loose yourself in it!
Be the stars To guide yourself home, Home: even if it’s broken Break it more, So that it can no more be ripped For its lovely to be a part of a ripped cage, You can no longer be tamed.
How many stories do you hide Between your lips, With the wide beautiful curve How many heart do you heal, Between the cracks of your eyes With the doe eye sparkle How many tales do you see
With the pen in your grip Only then do you tell your tale? Or is it another side of your fairy tale…
It kept blinking when everyone was tucked in their bed The Ray of light For the wayward The Ray of hope For the homeless Sunshine, for the small indefinite beings Confidence, for the kid looking out from his window
During the rain, it was lonely though.. The homeless, wayward, insects and kid Didn’t need him anymore.. However it glowed, this time for itself!
It would say the untold story of the Dawn.. Where two meet, to go un-together. The forlorn story of the Sun and the moon.. Which we want to listen but not to believe.
The fear of polarity, doesn’t allow us to see the beauty of similarity. The tale of dark, being apart.. just in the hope of seeing another from afar. Oh moon, don’t be subtle anymore.. You are more charmed than anyone ever told you before. Stop the time and hold your precious.. Little do they know the burns on you are from your one and only ‘Ray of hope’.
The clock ticking it way away Tick tock! Rushing for the minute to meet the mate.
Every hour the minute comes When they overlap to jump May be a second or two For their hearts to burn.
But oh my! Something mismatched. Like our soul now they are parched Waiting for the taste of that minute The clock’s hands remained distant. While the dawn knocked on my window Broken, unreliable we both looked at the life apart.