Blissfully inhaled and exhaled

She sits to pen the sunset The birds calling for their loved once Because soon the blue sky would be changing to grey and then black The humans out there from sunrise Would be soon heading to their homes Some just escaping from the day Some running to meet their beds Some just running to celebrate the surprises awaiting them home And some trying to turn the calendar dates as fast as possible But a few remain Who adore the sunset strolling across the street Walking along the soothing chills of the dawn Sneaking from home , accompanying the lonely roads And few under the fountain escaping from work And for a moment in a day , the trees stand still Leaves not dancing with the wind As if awaiting for something or someone to arrive Something that is never gona happen Or  Something, that is awaiting it's perfect timing And suddenly she sees the baby fast asleep in the craddle Does the baby thinks of waking up early Alarming her parents of the sunrise Or sh...

She got up with silence of head Like it was her biggest fears Walking in crowd Walking along the with buzz of thoughts Walking in the heavy rains Walking along the shore when it's wild What was often she opted The nightmare's came to her As silent nights Gossiping leaves in the absence of the wind Strolling on the lonely roads Adoring the coffee cup and the sunset alone She wasn't sick of loneliness May be she wasn't fed for self love Self-love is often hard in gang Is often discovered along the bay when the world is fast asleep But easy if eyes like adoring the beings and the world Rather than standing admist them Sometimes growing out of fear of acceptanc Sometimes budding through shyness And the worst out of heart break But then self-love is most important of all the love So let it cost you a penny or a heart  Just grab it to live the last breathe rocking on the chair When your better half is high up there adoring you from their Awa...

The rose had learnt to leave against the thorns And he ripped the thorns off the stem The rose wonders why people rip off the thorns She has learnt to rejoice her life against them from birth And he can't handle it until the red turns brown May that's why the two can't handle the Chaos of their existence together The lady had learnt to rejoice with sun and sing to the stars But then storms came taking away both of them The lady had learnt to sail her boat against the waves but then The sun drank all the water and boat just sinked to the cracked land The lady had learnt to live with her only heart  But then they tell to find a companion It's not about a cup of coffee or the tea cup lying on the table lonely The lady and the cup happily wonder with each other But the crowd often question the peace tagging it as loneliness The camel was happy along the desserts But they force them to breath in the cold , In a place where desserts are hard to fin...

You said something She felt it a lie You said no words for this She opted to trust your lie as the truth You said you are innocent She felt you are not You said you were She opted to trust her instincts You said you were not active socially She thought may be But then you have more friends in the society Of course you are social You said nothing on the meet ritual She inhaled deeply said hi and flew But she knew something you had said to yourself but not her You said it's better to keep the screen off She felt not to As the only way to meet you was the screen Waving at you isn't tough But the pollution around might spoil the hearts of the two So smiles to Shadows of you Calling for the greet again would be dating She hate dates , because they are meant to expire So limiting a hello and smiling to a stranger Dating in wonderland Because there it never ends, it just requires you to sleep with best smile Still wondering for all your truths to...

It always a different name But she plays it all again just to hault to yours It never begins with the sight of your face But she does all to sleep to your good night They wonder for the moon to rise so as to sleep A few just to sneak the day to night But she tries to have a longer night just to talk and dream about you They sneak their stories from their mom Buf she talks to her about her's stories so as to imagine good old days with you As certain beautiful things are just changing The dairy is locked for the world The words inked their are poems to the world But she plans for days where you would be reading them, When she is fast asleep They won't be poems to you Rather would be statement from your wife to be fulfilled or lived by her side You might have lived your best by the side of girl who took your heart But may the worst smoked through the crigrates Are to be lived rejoiced by her side Traveling the world you might have enjoyed the del...

The football court had enough of them The dance club had a number to define the best I wonder if my king is a football camp Or is a best dancer ( the irony is there are no best dancers) The canteen had enough hanging on the food counter for egg Gym friqs The streets had faces that were difficult to mark as the best As heart is the only criteria of the best I wonder if my king spends time with dumb bells Or is someone like coconut with the softest heart in the core The place where I come across the men's working on the monitor has many geniuses with and without the glasses The place where I  wonder in the leisure time Have many sitting with silent smile and some smoking their sadness out I wonder if my king is a tech Or is he someone who is growing with his struggles At house warming party had met a few bunch playy with kids And a lot many running from their tantrums but smiling to their smiles I wonder if my king is a kid at heart Or is athlete when th...

She could ink about his smile She could pen him in a thousand words Still much would be pending to be known She could live the sun rises to her infinite day dreams She could adore infinite stars talking about him Still a thousand things would be locked in her open heart She could paint him in shades She could paint him in shades of 90s Still his shade would be in unmatched She could wait for him although impatient She could understand all of him Still finding a replacement seems Pluto in Galaxy Found and lost She could narrate stories rather future with him She could name the kids still wandering as particles in her body Still seeing him in her felt impossible It is easy to smile at the star Just like waving a virtual Hi to him But it feels like jumping a valley  When it comes to saying a 'Hi' in person

The naughty thing is flying hairs And the thought of you placing them back of her ear The naughty thing is her smile Just by thinking of you with leads on screen rejoicing their space The naughty thing is being of 18 And planning of kids with him The naughty thing is shying to Mom's proposal of marriage And planning the events of the very day with you The naughty thing is yelling at him when Dad is around And then trying to make it up by placing yourself against his chest The naughty thing is biting lips So as to keep them pink sadly to match his The naughty thing is tunning off that music in group And then humming it in the room when alone The naughty thing is peeking at him hiding from the rest eyes And saying he doesn't look good The naughty thing is adoring him for long and upon being asked -"What?" Tagging it as 'Nothing' with a hard to hide smile. The naughty thing is thinking of his last name to be yours And yelling at th...

Entering the shop She hadn't planned to see him The place was full of busy bees, humming. But that day something different happened For the first time instead of looking for cold shoulder tops & finding stripped tops, She was looking at the boy trying the check shirt No , don't get those thoughts She was imagining him How will that shirt dance along his shoulder Passing that brand lane She saw shades of checks Picking one dropping another She was busy thinking how adoring will he look in that shade but then She had just seen him in solids with soft smile And then she just dropped the final shirt hanging and gripped by her fingers down As she knew she was trying to grip on to a stranger Stranger , Besides his name Besides his face  Besides his smile  She knew nothing of him She often saw him along his people She often saw him with his monitor Never had she planned to exchange talks to be friends Hence she just passed another lane of checks ...

Adoring you was how her journey had started Visiting places where both have clashed, are hers favorite in the city It was her friends who had told that he looks cute And as she glanced , Something told her to just keep on gazing like she does to the stars Summers are good from April to July Rainy are good from August to October Winters are good from November to February But this year the summer, rain and winter stayed long then expected Came almost everyday whenever they felt. Looking at you , heart told her that he is so indifferent Like all but different She often thought If he is just the summer , rainy or winter Or the entire season. Lovely and worth awaiting for Or is just like the breeze Moody and hardly to be seen and Forever to be felt. Falling for him was so easy But looking into your eyes Will surely help her heart to fly to his Hence , hence she keeps the gaze to his smile Accompanying happiness of his being