They know not what you are to me. May be we are no one to each other, for them and for you as well. But for me, you are the giver, pleaser of my soul. I keep on stealing glances from you, trying hard not to let you know that I am doing so. I have filled my cups with the pearls of your glances. They are enough to make me high or get drunk. If accidentally I cross my path with you, you wave at me and smile. My body fills with warmth then. I could feel my heart throbbing, wanting to run out from my own self. I did steal the color of the sunset from your cheeks to my very own, when you smiled at your lady love. You give me the state of nothingness. Continue reading “A Confession Letter”
People fall in love in mysterious ways, maybe just the touch of a hand. But, why fall in love, why not stay in love?
Anyway, internet is a weird place. I’ll tell you a little story. Last month a friend of mine made 2 fake accounts. One of a guy and one of a girl. And the one with the girl already has 1k followers, of course all being boys…. And every single person had texted this account something or the other. That’s the kind of people you get on the internet. Continue reading “Can You Fall In Love Over Internet?”
Darling, tell me what makes you break my heart?
What makes you enjoy my turmoil? When I wash my hands in your fire, what makes you enjoy the smell of my burns? What makes you calm looking at my efforts to pull my hands out of it? What makes you grin at my screams? And, when I drown in your sea, what makes you comfortable looking at the chills that run across my body? What makes you breathe victory when I gasp for breath and what makes you smile bright when my sights have blurred?
The fact that you stand where I once stood. The fact that I went through the same questions some time ago. The fact that what breaks you is something that broke me. Continue reading “What Makes You Break My Heart?”
He asks me, ‘Are you never going to love someone?’
‘If he’ll feel my pain’, I’ll love him.
‘If he won’t judge me on my past’, I’ll love him.
‘If he’ll sit under the sky wiping my tears off’, I’ll love him.
‘If he’ll be loving me rather than my body’, I’ll love him.
She asks me, ‘Are you never going to love someone?’