Blissfully inhaled and exhaled

So the cycle she had seen was something like, Often in a group a person adoring the other. Often a loner finding a heart beat in a hello. Often two strangers snapping a compliment . Often like more often the TV displays, Two people having the most annoying Talks, Fights, Arguments and heart totally different Falling in one place. It all starts with knowing someone and then Spending rather sharing the 24 hours with each other. Ignoring the rest, Ignoring the past. And not blinking the eyes to future. To spies things it also starts Like one teaching lessons to other And the other more than understanding the lessons Understand the person chewing the pen, in the course of teaching. But like they say, "It happens at unexpected time with the unexpected." It happened to her when she forgot the curves of his face. It happened to her when she forgot what his vocal cords sounds like. It happened to her when she forgot when was the last time she saw him. It...

When she learnt of her heart caring about a soul A soul much different than hers A care much greater than her own soul She went to a soul same like hers But still different as it resides in her friends body She questioned him - "Will he accept her with her pimples? With her height like the bush of the rose? Do people of your gender out of TV screen search for the in perfect?" He had just laughed answering - "If people can accept the teddy me If people can accept the angry me If people can accept a shattered heart always proposing to smile to other's. Why not a rose bush . Why not a heart that doesn't expect people to act matured always . Why not a person who is not scared of sitting alone in the dark." It's all about just being you For if you change You are falling in love with a change, that might again change adoring another change . Beauty too is rejected Because there scares are easily visible Because there acceptance has...

Fricked out by the yellings of the head And tantrums of the heart She went to girl who knew all of her All of her Like when she gets mad of happiness Like when she gets mad of sadness Like what her taste buds crave the most Like who is closest to her lungs Like who is most important to her Walking the lane to her She came across a phrase "The best is to be his last." But when it begins They say "First is not forgettable ." Besides for the feeling being confusing People make a hell out of it Of course it has alot of tantrums like the small kid Of course it demands without throwing logics But it never happens that you don't try to understand it You do. May be on time Or Late after it has happened to you So why say head isn't involved there Until you are breathing Until you can feel the sun and the moon Both the head and heart are well aware of each other Sometimes the heart gives up to the brain Sometimes the brain to the hea...

In between the sips of the coffee The talks of marriage was being exchanged Not of her's But of someone in the town she knew But of her siblings It doesn't come easy to her to spell about her own Although it's own mind somewhere in the corner She have alot of wandering clouds Some drifting to heart  Some drifting to mind Some drifting to him Some drifting to the right The right defined by her mom Mom says "Now a day's people say something People mean something else People act on some other definitions You want something else You try to convince yourself for something else You are lazy to action your goals You are just being. And that's only can do at this moment. Be. You can't help your heart but, Please help it be on your side more than the side  It wants to. Life doesn't work as per our plans It sometimes happens that Life and we agree over certain thoughts  And then Goals happen. And the cup stands empty So did ...

The bokeh shines fall on to his shirt It was when he smiled out of the morning blue Sipping the coffee he realized, It was good to have her there . There, not on the front chair facing her But the place where bokeh light were shinning On his sleeves On the left of his chest Near his heart The wide smile was playing hide and seek He knew after a couple of hours she would be gone Gone, may be forever Or may be for until their next coincidental face off But bidding a good bye is so not welcomed by him He loves people staying, without being asked to He falls shot of words to ask people to stay Trying to have more of her He kept quite to hear off her Talking Smiling Getting pissed off Shying Humming And with also a few blank thoughts Was she sitting there right in the front He wasn't inhaling oxygen for this moment He wasn't exhaling the carbon dioxide It was suffocating to see her go So he was gasping the most of her It's was fine to suffocat...

Mom said don't you dare to break your heart Mom said don't fall for love Mom said don't loose yourself Mom said don't follow your heart till it hurts But the explanation was nowhere Being kid curiosity came easily then understanding Being vacant of the those feelings desire came easily then satisfaction of safety And then "You never find yourself until you are lost" So turning deaf ear felt somewhat easy So denying the fact that love is not always bliss was far easier So walking south to Mom's directions felt only directions to goals So there was she trying to get into everything above But at the same time keeping her words "Keep two things repelling each other is tough" She was follower of heart It felt right and so blissful She loved fairytales to the core of her system She had only known herself with those fairytales And then reality played it's part She too fall for love Not quite easily but yes Demons follow ...

There was a post card for him after decades In the age of notifications Someone out there still had ink and enough of paper And the most of all time to write a letter The card had a familiar touch The from postal code was familiar but The name was indeed Getting his newspaper from the dropstep He stepped in with the card Unable to hold the things moving upside down inside him Opening the letter, he learnt words there were more than just to read the highlights He sighed out her name When she used to pen it short Once he had suggested her to ink it long She had written - 'She was fine on the other side and hopes the best for him For things just to keep going, His well being is one of all the essentials She had dropped her words in the market and they are doing well Most of all, the stories which weren't real are doing well in the shops and with readers The last time you had ask me to reveal the name of person Who is the sun of this Earth, around which ...

Thinking and being in fairytales was what she practiced the most A decade ago she knew people admiring people's company Waiting for the moon to just hide behind the sun For only they would be out again in the schools and colleges where they would again rejoice and play against each other's soul. She wasn't a part of the Merry thing but She loved people that way Where keeping people meant the only thing for existence Admist all the complains, tantrums and and jealousy arriving out of fear of losing their closest parts She had seen groups belonging to a person and a person belonging to a group It all felt food of living to inhale in a place where people were drifting apart with the new smart thing in hands The word 'New' often excits a person to heaven No matter what A new cycle A new bag for school A new watch A new person off course isn't exciting, it has more of sobs then  bliss But a new phone with alot of friends surly was ruling people...

She had just boarded her bus And this boy comes into picture Seemed sorted Seemed cool He somewhere belonged to her checklist so, Adoring him was only justice thing at that moment. But then she didn't start pairing him with herself, She was trying to note his behaviour and thereby his heart. She was trying to pair the girl on the back seat with him. This comes easy to her, For some senseless reasons she starts pairing up her crushes with the so called perfect other part of them . Last morning when she was in the cafeteria She saw a gym friq not resembling the ring fighters, But the perfect fit and handsome, cute kind of. While sipping her tea and munching her sandwich She read the parts of him visible to her senses And then at the very moment a beautiful lady passes by She was thinking if they would look good together. If he would like her smile, her voice and her careless laughters like the one at that moment to her friends talks. She had done this even t...

Strange is life It doesn't give chance to the careless Playing hide seek with the soul Sometimes smiles and sometimes bucket of water but salty Walking along the lane She saw a group of men It was easy and pleasing to see them The so called non gossiping beings talking And not stressing about success and family but smiling And then she was talking to the moon High up there beautiful Sometimes it too plays hide and seek with her But she loves him the most The black stones with holes She told him the boy walking besides her was adorable When walking the lane so carelessly When talking his heart out When playing with the tiny jasmine she adores When laughing to her jokes Sometimes even when he is confused And most when he sits quite. Quitelly thinking about things And which she does the most. She told moon it was so good to see him And told him to convey it to him Somewhere on the earth Where he might be wandering somewhere That she adores all his p...

Sometimes things aren't that straight Straight like road, It seems just straight but actually it's never. Straight like strand of hair, Somewhere it just bends to fit in. They were talking about sun and moon, Like they do very often. She just showed him the new write up. She loves putting it before him and her. Him because he is part of her reader's world And she because she is mandatory first reader. The pages inked blue had blossoms of marriage . "Are you planning for marriage?" The eyes gazing out of the window Were all of sudden gazing him, Trying to read his thoughts. It didn't seem a curiosity question, So it was a necessity of the time to find the answer to it. He being a closed book, Doesn't let others to dive into him. Unaware of the actual, She just read few lines shinning clearly on his forehead. Don't know if he was concern about hers, Or was he juggling with his own. Trying to figure his part of the story. ...

When she was a kid A kid elder than other kids She sometimes loved them Sometimes envied them For having the bigger toy or may be for being loved more When she grew older than to be kid and young enough to be  teenager She found them horrible monks Yelling for food Shouting out of restless moods And being all over the house as they had plenty of time When she grew up to be called a teenager She started be the coconut Sometimes even having the softest heart She loved pictures of kids more than anything She found them cute enough to crush over them Sometimes shooting the baby girl in her house And on the other days Playing, talking about the cute tiny boy next door And when old enough to be called teenage She sees them often Sometimes holding their dad's hand Sometimes wandering with Mom Sometimes slaying around with both She wanders of days, years from now Of having her kids How would be they How would she spend the 24 hours each day with them She j...

It was one month to her marriage day Like every morning She woke up to the painting Gifted by someone special, Once made in the process of learning her passion Winding off with breakfast She walking down the stairs To pick the novel For handing it over to him with her morning tea Yes, he wasn't a newspaper addict But was addicted to words and ink No, he wasn't a writer but passion of reading was deeply rooted in him And there was a knock Knock on the door . He was about to open but then she was walking towards the door Dismissing him for the same She felt something strange And there was a face known Seeing that face after years Felt like a shock rather than a surprise Few best things do come as shocks He had just been quite for a moment In the middle of saying- " Would you mind keeping the key..." Alot many moments on the door "Who is it?" And the train of thoughts halted to the words - " Our new neighbour...." D...

More than talking about Future, Present and Past He loves talking nonsense Don't know what's the reason behind it But if it comes to her fairytale May be it's for adoring her with laughter and smiles May be he likes her face when she is pissed off and all of sudden she burst in to laughter with his nonsense More than talking about them , him or her They just converse about a dot , question mark and bold characters Don't know what's the reason behind it But if it comes to her fairytale May be it's just trying to be together Exchanging parts of each other Trying to calm each other's stressed soul More than seeing each other Either of them has sensed the other Don't know what's the reason behind it But if it comes to her fairytale May be it's called learning someone's presence in their absence May be it's the cosy corner May be it's his noise that accepts her silence More than fighting for each other They have...