Blissfully inhaled and exhaled

How do you believe the moon isn't whispering your stories to someone aren't the chance of him whispering it to some writer high May be one of the reasons why you related to the story yesterday on Netflix May be that's how your crushes end up in your favorite color today May be that's how you cleared the interview today How do you know the moon isn't working on his script with your lines If you can believe someone that far How do we end up doubting the skin and flesh besides and around us If we don't hold expectations and grudges when it comes to him Why wonder for years over a message that din come through I don't understand how we whisper our secrets to the mountains and the sea but fear of losing them against the people we breathe with How do we trust the living forms breathing without the flesh over the living we can touch and feel How do I trust the paper with my words and strangers with my smiles With every question I pen I end of writing hope, belief, ...

  The thoughts of how is she doing  Is she fine Is she able to cope up with her heart break With the chaos at home and the stress of work Is she fine now?  I often think of two to three people  If they survived the day Swam through the nostalgic days I think if they ate or if they slept well Does that particular friend make them happy  But, When we meet I end talking the most  And they listen  Most of the talks I do are things thats already be said, discussed, concluded but I say them again And they listen  I talk of new stuff and they listen  I wonder how seeing their face Meeting them in person makes me more selfish Whereas in a silent room all i think is of them  Even in the crowd, they happen to cross my mind But I wonder why I turn blank while writing of them but still fill pages with metaphors  I struggled to learn once

When I received your message today  I was on my way to office, I smiled to your text but missed to reply Today when my phone buzzed with you name with a message underneath  I peeped at it and missed to reply, again! The other day when I received your message, I was out with a friend so I kept it on unread to reply later But I slept  And days followed  Your name kept shining everyday I kept going without replying to them on time or even not But you stayed  So the other day when I didn’t see your name in the notification bar  I missed you, only to realise I missed to live the moment of the words that you shared  The moments you remembered and I failed to live it again because I was just lost  While you stood on the door  I was just wondering here and there  Ignorant of the fact that the sun will set and it will be night soon You will close the doors  To sleep with moon outside the window

When you come to meet me Don't stay for longer Trying to uncover parts of me Trying to learn of find the words and adjectives in between the lines I would love to share the tea with you But I fear that if you stay longer after the tea is over And I fell short of words You might smell something very rusty  The hundredth coat of paint  Which i just painted before you entered  On few feelings  Which are yet to dry  I wonder why don't they dry up fast in the scorching heat of Mumbai They seem to have somehow freezed  Which instead of drying melt with the heat The warmth people bring when they ask of my heart Seem to melt it rather than letting it dry and setting it off You might like the smell of the paints I like it too But you might touch it with your bare hands  To feel it And get a bit of it on you The stain Its difficult to get rid of it Just like the love in your heart  You might ended up spreading it  On your palms  On your dress On y...

The ceiling  The fan The curtains The door The windows All are still With the silent Breeze making its way into the room Like the thoughts in my head I can hear the ticking of the clock  The heart knocks against my chest Sometimes even the a sound of my eye lids flickering  On the thoughts that are non stop I cry to myself in the head  "Nobody loves me." Before I throw another tantrum  My head replies Your family loves you. And i suspend that answer  Thinking of  A friend i have known since 10 years now A friend who can read my thoughts through the phone screen Just by knowing me through a year A boy whom I had met years ago  I don't even remember the length of his smile Of the shape of his head or the position or the color of his hair But I think of that boy When I say nobody loves me. Now the irony is  None of the three people  Like to express love in words  Or in loud gestures And i crave for words  But if they tell those wo...

All the fears are real People falling  While walking While dancing While just standing still While looking at someone Failing In the exams With the expectations  Of yours  And your loved once And the strangers Growing In love Out of love Getting old With lessons With scars With open wounds  Being stuck On page for hours and weeks In life for years and years With people till the end In thoughts of your own and the others too. With a blank full of ink but still not working Many others like People giving up on you People not fighting for you You not able to find the old you You missing yourself  While you stand before the mirror With blank thoughts Like standing in a room  On your own shadow Everyday at certain hour of the day All that you fear is happening is someday We just need to breathe through it Crying, yelling, laughing or just sitting through it Or just walking past it.