Blissfully inhaled and exhaled

They wish better sunrises with no heat They wish better evening with that one They wish their night to be chilled with Best cuisine and may be stars overhead Few tagged it as over dramatic Few say its Bollywood effect But ultimately they wish all those stupids scenes of Bollywood as their fairytales Where they are directors And ironically life is the director. They wish temporary moments with their crush They wish a thousand hour gossip with handsome And all she wished was his comeback She wanted to irritated him See him listening her words She wanted him to read his phrases to her She liked to read much of his than to write her own She wished his comeback For a day where she would read all his expression for life It had been ages seeing him taunting her It has been a decade when he asked her to stay and she had been deaf to it. She wished his comeback Every night because all 24 hours begin their Mornings are best with his 'There?' on the flashing scre...

The few minutes were creating a world Unknown to both She saw him just as pleader sees the vehicles But few sights are adorable So was he One fine day , she was just walking down his street And all the papers in the file Flew away from her hand and dancing in the air She got down to the earth to reassemble them And he on his knees to help the papers to stand still In her hands 'Hey, how will a cup of coffee do?' 'Hmm, ok' No second thoughts. And suddenly two people were walking on parallel roads. Without any friendly CBI investigation Seeing each other was becoming a part of routine Talking was must beyond the morning rituals Rituals - Good morning . They weren't jumping into future. She just wanted to listen to his childhood glories. He just wanted to absorb the kid in her. Maturity is hard at start. They had their people rather than her and his people. She smiles on his stupidity He adores her until out of sight. It's not that hea...

When they found you in each word of mine When they found you in every hour of mine They all threw a common question Why? Did I loved you? Were you my crush? Until then you were just a friend of mine. But then the nerves of the head started to ponder And the beats of the heart, tried to sync with questions. When couldn't conclude, Started to note the bits and pieces of you rather all of you and bits and pieces of me. Then it all came as chapters, All scribbled but yet incomplete. There's no perfect reason of involving you in the day No bad habits of you discovered. No specific reason to narrate them about the happenings with you. It was not just your vocals to leave me numb. It was not just how you heard all stories of mine Without any lines on the fore-head And any cotton in the ear. It was never about your looks Until a day the pupils met your smile. Penning it all leaves the ink to dry And words hard to replace the happening Of the head and the...

When she grew up Was not easy on the topic sharing But as drawing A B C D graded her up She was going easy with catching people Playing around with them Cycling in the streets Finishing each other's home work Giving company to the ONE outside the class, When punished. When heart started strolling towards maturity along with the head, She opted to have a dairy because people can't digest secrets. But when pages were less and ink in the pen dried she needed a person with open heart and zipped lips. And suddenly head was full of chapters and heart had no place to be understood. She found one Than another Ending to countable ones But only one to be treasured. She wasn't a witch to talk on backs She wasn't easy to open heart to anyone She wasn't complaining She just used to get all her talks All May it be about her crush May it be about the work stress May it be about the chaos at PG May it be the home issues May it be insecurities raised by...