Blissfully inhaled and exhaled

We were best. Gossips less, feelings more. Talks less , fights more. Fights - for each other existence. Yesterday had seen them fighting But to leave. Had seen them together but Admiring Bollywood beauty Had seen them talking but Where whisper were not from the heart. But were from head. Playing games smirked head. We were best Were caring was more Although we didn't shared the same roof But were peeping out of two different windows In two different directions. Actually her dairy feels blessed to hold his name Actually her dairy knows more of him then her Actually Ink has fallen in love  him And her eyes are busy searching his face. Had seen them sitting on the bench But were settling past issue and not welcoming the future. Had seen them penning on the stamp sheets But they weren't agreeing to love But were parting to find oneself We were the best Said the Ink and he taunting her.

In the years where she had not seen him She had seen a-lot many faces Some silent and with sleepy eyes even at 12 noon Some having smile against the lips but Water puddles in the eyes , ready to be Waterfalls Some least bother for theirs and Highly engrossed in making the people laugh Some strangers with similar chapters But characters of different story Some ignorant of the world Lost in the world of super heros and their stories Stories where shit are less and adventures are more Stories in which people are direct in gossips rather than saying it all through indirect lines. Stories are easy to handle, Whereas Reality hard to digest. She met even a few Who were bits and pieces of him. Some rather all . Some humorous and playboys. Some scribbling on blank sheets. But unlike him. Even a bunch driving her crazy and mad in anger, Taunting and irritating her ; as they love it to heavens. But not that soul whom she noticed, When the body was out of sight. Pa...

Sliding the window welcome the morning sun She saw someone scribbling on sheets, Some already lying on the floor crumbled. Some tored but live enough to face the sky. For a moment the writer seemed known But then it was a face unknown. Tying the curtains together She saw the morning face unwrapping the crumbled balls. As if finding a lost piece. He then again felt familiar Like she was finding the destiny of her story. Once written and still not having its ending The last page While watering the plants She saw him refilling the pen. She was bit confused, Was he just refilling the pen OR Was he recollecting a lost moment A unwritten story.

While walking the lane When people were walking in opposite to me Were just the directions different Or the thoughts While walking the lane With the unknown but in the same direction Were just the directions same Or the goal as well Not all walking with the same pace had halted at the candy stall Not all stepping in sync had routed to the same building The trees named under a single family had different beauty The aroma The colour The shape The ROOTS Living one third of the years on the earth with individuality With spices of experience And chills of happiness Don't know why we find it difficult Rather are less confident of the fact That two similar coins can be kept together Just like the two different coins raising each others value together Acceptance is  sea ready to carry anything to the shore with its flow Adjustment is bay being small ready to take the loud tides -of the moon gossiping to the sea

Empty spaces don't exists for her. Voids are never hollow tunnels to her. Roads with less movings wheels, Or roads with crowded windows Don't exist for her. The breeze , they say is not visible to us, But unlike the visible humans; The breeze holds the strength to take you, On the spot where your heart is. Of course its beating in you, But our hearts beat less for us and more for them. .THEM . Firstly for family, When heart pumps blood and Mind focuses on strategies to make you known. But when both mind and heart decide to take their own paths, It's bit difficult to have your own path. Holding mind in one hand & Grabbing the heart before it flies in another. The spaces are filled with nostalgia. The voids force her to built her future in it. The breeze never failed to taunt her that, She is leaving behind a very important part of hers. It's beats in us, but not for us. Ironically mind is ours, But we don't follow it. And heart is ...

He had a bunch of beauties Like the butterflies around the jasmine Politeness Soft heart Caring And all the comforting emotions on earth Was what he bought on the first couple of meets But when breeze became known It was unfolding another stories with wild chapters He sounded more like play boy Compliments came like showers Missing notes like door bells after every couple of minutes But then play boy can't be permanent As play thing in life remarks all of it as temporary So keeping him as a forever Would be like asking water bubbles to stay forever in the air Hence Just friends...

She doesn't drink She isn't addicted to ash trays She isn't from a gang of night sneakers But she has lost herself But she has given her time But has hangover for the sun and the moon But hesitating human company She likes wondering with clouds Shutting her lips to humans She likes talking to wind Giving deaf hear to music of life She likes listening chaos of her thoughts They tell her to learn words Humans tell her to learn their words She has hangover of a guy Who invoked a thought in her To pen her words rather then inking them on paper balls But she isn't addicted nor in someone's company That mumma would deny to keep Or will she? Like they say addiction are no good The reciet the same poem to her It's not good treasure a known stranger But, Life lines can't be thrown or left behind So is she Penning him Penning the unlived moments Penning the wrapped past Penning the blooming present

For everything has reason She was always searching reasons Why was she shook by his thoughts She was always searching reasons Why did all the beauty around Reminded her only of him Although they had only one place where they had met The sky where stars sparklers and Moon shines as the witness boy She was always searching reasons Why does all lyrics seem to describe The situation Where both want eachother but at same time Don't want to be in each others story She was always searching reasons Why does all fairytales have him Why do the eyes hunt for him Why do mind give up to heart when scribbling She was always searching reasons Why did he pen her so mysteriously Where she become thoughtful of her own heart She was always searching reasons A second seems to be treasured with his existence And a year goes unnoticed with his absence She was always searching reasons If her story is a novel in a corner of the world She was always searching reasons Why was ...