Confession waits no day

That face was just a face lost in crowd
He was like other boys
About whom she was least bothered
Presence, absence all sounded the same
If girls wonder around him
Not a matter of concern or bothering

Had never penned a word
About what looks best on him
About when he goes Gaga
About when he goes mad
About if he has friends like the naughty gang

She often prefers checks over solid
She for no good reason prefers a watch over bare wrist
She prefers uncombed hairs over combed
She often prefers shirts over tshirts
But

Things change
Weather change
So did her heart
She suddenly started getting annoyed for him being late
She suddenly was bothered by the girl gang around him
She suddenly was bothered by his presence and of course the absence
She for the first time was bothered to find his hand in her hand
Things change
So did time
Time did best to her heart

But often love gets lost in distance
She found her feelings to be real in spaces around her
She had many to fall for
Many, she often falls as they keep her fairytales alive
But this time it always was about him
She had confessed it a thousand times
But real confession thing brings shivers in her
Of seeing him
Of saying alot
Like she talks much to her people but is a silent soul to the world
Let's keep the shivers
And say it again to the air
She do treasures him every day

The rose in the dairy
Least bothered of it's colors
Ready to fade
Ready to stay
Ready to feel all if it again and all over again

Comments

Normal problems please !

I miss the normal problems I miss mom scolding me for being late from work I miss being stuck in traffic when out for office I miss being out with my friend and then planning another outing I miss the gossips at the coffee shops I miss the crowd at McDonald's I miss waiting for my chance in the queue of burger King I miss seeing the teenage girls in sarees for farewell in college waiting the bus and the train I miss seeing the boys trying to fix the loose tie standing by their crush I miss seeing dad care free about us being out of home I miss the normal problems The news of people dying is suffocating The news of all the chance for this virus vanishing is nowhere They talk of precautions Now each day seems a achivement Now each but of oxygen seems a reward Now washing hands seems the only hygienic essential Now being around your loved once seems so terrifying You can't touch them You can't hug them You can't even wipe their fear tears You can just stand their prayi...

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.

That notification

When I received your message today I was on my way to office, I smiled to your text but missed to reply Today when my phone buzzed with you name with a message underneath I peeped at it and missed to reply, again! The other day when I received your message, I was out with a friend so I kept it on unread to reply later But I slept And days followed Your name kept shining everyday I kept going without replying to them on time or even not But you stayed So the other day when I didn’t see your name in the notification bar I missed you, only to realise I missed to live the moment of the words that you shared The moments you remembered and I failed to live it again because I was just lost While you stood on the door I was just wondering here and there Ignorant of the fact that the sun will set and it will be night soon You will close the doors To sleep with moon outside the window

Blissfully inhaled and exhaled

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