The ripples in the pond

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 find but are present with countable trees and lash greenery land

Granny was happily rocking against the chair in the old age home
But then the call about his grand child moved her from the chair
A heart wishing to see her grand child adoring her wrinkled long stretched smile

And the ink dries shying out the word 'HAPPINESS AT THE UNEXPECTED TIMING'

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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

I ask mom can I go out with him, she says no in blocks caps and everything to make it loud enough So that I don't try to convince her I ask mom if I can go out with her As first like always she says no, but after 2 or 3 attempts She is fine with the plan I wonder what is the difference May be she thinks The she I would be hanging out with Won't hug me Or kiss me Or put her arms around my waist Or on the shoulders Or come close enough to increase my heart beat Or hold my hands and walk around Or bring me flowers and chocolates and gifts Or take me on a dinner date Or for lunch Or for a date just with a cup of tea and lots of eye to eye talking and so much of silence But we will be together all this while But aren't there chance of me falling for a girl But aren't there chance of the boy not liking me and just coming to say hi and a bye And everything in between it will be about the job and family we both are living with in those four walls...

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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