Have seen sunrises with you

Each of the mornings

I have passed across your place

Have searched for you

If you are standing for the rail

Or awaiting someone's presence

If just strolling around with morning breeze

Or re-living a nostalgia

Once moment.

Each of the mornings

I have passed across your street

The sleepy eyes are a-bit more awake

Incase your smile meets them

Like it used to

In the early morning classes

Lost in dreams

All sleepy and hangover souls

Sitting besides eachother

Facing a machine mockingly smiling at us

And we lazy enough to break the ice

And hence smiles fly from east to west and west to east.

Each of the mornings

I have passed across your place

A face lost in his world and tried of catching early rail

Reminds me of you,

Ignorant of the surrounding

But still grasping each of the happenings

Not saying much

But enough to be heard

The smirk or shy face covered with loud smile

When she said you were looking good in the early hours of morning

When all were hoping to doze off

She said you were cute

And you exclaimed it with smile to the monitor

Each of the mornings

I have passed across your place

Have lived ages with you.

Have grown a bit old but with you.

Have seen sunrise rather than sunsets

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The shying words

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, ...

Meeting a boy

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Fears, are real!

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.

Blissfully inhaled and exhaled

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