if love could ever be defined,
will it be a person or a moment?
i look at you and wonder,
is it you?
or is it the shivers i get when
your breath falls over my skin?

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isn't it strange, how after every heartbreak, we wonder if we'll ever be able to feel something for somebody ever again? we question our own emotions, we question our ability to love, and we question if we're worthy of living through it again. we're even scared to face another heartbreak, so we tell ourselves not to fall into the trap of love again.
but then, one fine day, when you'd have least expected it, somebody comes along, and you find yourself there again. with butterflies doing ballet in you stomach, to euphoria running through your veins. you feel everything again. the shivers in that touch, the smile on your face when they talk, the blush on your cheeks when they confess to you, and the rapid beating of your heart when they're around.
and isn't it beautiful?
a soul that broke so many times, still gathers the courage to love again and feels everything with the same depth that it has felt before. and maybe much more deeper than it.
it's strange, how love always finds its way back into our lives.

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i think how to not think about you at all.

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I've realised lately, that it's the most hardest thing to find someone who can listen to you without any judgements. Someone who would just listen you talk about any and every single thing that revolves in your head. It's really hard. On the days, when you feel at your lowest, on those days when nothing seems to work to cheer you up, people like them feels like the priceless gifts you've received from the almighty. It's strange, how people you would've never thought of meeting, bumps into you at the most unexpected places, and occupies such an integral part of your life. They're like gems. When I can't even find the courage to face myself, he stands beside me, listening to my non-stop worries and calms down the raging storm inside my head. Sometimes I feel like it's a dream, a dream to have people who go beyond their ways to be there for you.

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हकीकत से परे है एक दुनिया, जहां गम चेहरों पे मिलता नहीं।
हर इबादत हो कुबूल जहां पे, वहां दर्द अश्कों में बिकता नहीं।।

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... 'cause its your heart that doesn't let you believe the things that have happened. It's you who is unable to believe what's in front of you. You are too dumb and too pure to realise that this world isn't as considerate as you are. It's the deep rooted and uncanny reality of this world that ceases to acknowledge the profound ocean of emotions you carry.

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It was the feeling of love that made me hate being in love. It's the idea of falling for someone that makes me resent every single person who tries to come closer.
I hate it. Yes, I hate love. Because, it's something that makes you lose your sanity. And I fucking hate that feeling now.

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His presence was like the smell of freshly brewed coffee- refreshing and soothing. When everything around felt like a chaos, when I couldn't even hold myself, when I was about to collapse, he came like a blessing in disguise. Listening to his voice at night, which would calm the storm that was raging inside, was indeed a feeling of divine. He would call up in the middle of the night, just to check if I was fine. And when I would ask the same, he would start rambling of all the things that didn't feel right. We didn't even know what it was, maybe two people stuck inside four walls of our homes, trying to search for comfort in each other. Or maybe two souls, trying to calm each other down, when they knew about the storms each other have been through. Whenever I feel at my lowest, I pick up my phone and ping him up, and without any fail, he's there to listen to my rants. He's someone I would forever be grateful for.

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Boundaries that have been set upon by this materialistic world, can only be crossed with a power greater than their beliefs. It's the most priceless things of this world that can stir up everything upside down, just to find the right path crossing these boundaries. Emotions are a treasure for those who knows how to value them!

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कुछ घाव छोड़ जाते हैं
वक्त तो निकल जाता है आसानी से
लेकिन कभी वो ज़ख्म भर नहीं पाते हैं
बहलाते फुसलाते खुद को बहुत
लेकिन वो लोग बहुत याद आते हैं
कुछ लोग हमेशा
एक खट्टी मीठी याद बन रह जाते हैं

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