POST 151

I don’t know how to fall in love again… You were much more than what I could have ever asked for… Even perfect was not good enough as you… You made every moment much more than just a time slot… You gave meaning to words… Life to my beating heart…

And now when you are gone… It’s all ordinary… All normal… I am back to the normal world from wonderland… Hope you always get what you wish for…

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POST 125

She hugged him hard… As if he was the anchor, she was looking for her entire life…

Breakup Poem

Hello… Although it’s a quite old poem but thought of sharing it recently… Hope you’ll like it and enjoy it 🙂

Even though if I waste hours crying,

What’ll I get in return.

Thinking of the same stuffs revisiting the same scenes,

What’ll I get in return??

I can be sad, break down in pieces

Think of the happy moments I have lost

I can consider myself a looser

Or regret to be the person, I hate the most

But the point is, what will I get in return??

Whether I blame you or blame myself,

What went wrong has already went wrong.

Even if I spend many nights crying for it

Or writing some tragic sad song.

The thing is, what will I get in return??

POST 114

Jab kalam uthaya to teri yaad aayi,

Jab koi geet gungunaya to teri yaad aayi.

Tujhe paane ki umeed to chhor di hai lekin,

Jab dua mein hath uthaya, to fir teri yaad aayi.

(When I picked my pen, I remembered you,

When I hummed a song, I remembered you.

Although I have lost hopes of having you but,

When I lifted my hand to ask for a wish, I again remembered you.)

SHE

She didn’t have the prettiest eyes in the world but when they twinkled with excitement, they were the brightest…

Her smile with those irregular teeth was warm and infectious…

Her tanned skin told tales of her passion and her fight with limitations…

Her hair all messed up danced with the tune of wild winds…

No kohl and no colors. Her simplicity, her originality and the fire which she carried within were her priceless ornaments…

She was alive like fire, bringing light to everything that crossed her. Stubborn like a river, creating paths through the mountains…

World’s rules of right and wrong, blurred in her vision. Humanity and freedom were her supreme law.