He shallows his love

He use to look for long in her eyes.
She might be talking
She might be busy with her hair
She might be busy with broken footwear
She might be sad of dress not being pretty like hers
She might be nodding her head to the song in her ears
She might be singing it loud for him to laugh
But he was busy adoring her and at the same time
He used to swallow something
May be his love
That often comes till the throat
But fears her reaction to love

It was a normal day
And she was looking the worst in her own eyes
She had just woke up and had not followed the daily routine of standing in front of the mirror for hours
Just a uncombed pony tail
Black sweater running long till her fingers
And sleepy eyes
She was out to see him and they did morning walks
He wasn't jogging but walking slow excusing her with
"My legs are paining" reason
Accompanying his pace, she too was walking slow playing the pebble on the way
And she caught him looking at her for the definition - Long enough to be just a look.
Snapping at him "What? I know am looking horibble but then don't make feel that."
"No you are not looking horrible but you look so..."
Learning his senses he just ended up saying "You are such a zombie."
And again he had swallowed his love.

The day when she was walking straight to her
But this time abit different
Not in jeans but in her most annoying dress
Trying to manage the duptta
Trying to walk in those heels
"I hate this girly traditional stuffs, aren't we good enough without them."
"But I love this you."
"What?"
"I mean it's fine for a day."
And as she passe, he had whispered
"I love all of you.... "and before it could travel to her ears
He had again, again swallowed his love.

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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

Whisper of the wind

I often understand love in a language I don’t understand Like falling for stranger Sometimes for their kindness Sometimes for that smile Sometimes just for them being happy Sometimes for their sympathy How does falling starts for unknown 너의 이름을 불러보지만 닿을 수 없다는 걸 알고 있어 긴 밤을 꼬박 새우고 빗속으로 어느새 (새벽이 오고 있어) ( even though i call your name I know i can't reach you I spent the long night in the rain suddenly (dawn is coming) But it roots as you stay their for hours and sometimes for days And if you happen to to stay longer It stays for lifetime Not into your life but into your heart Sometimes a song reminders you of it On other days the checked shirt Or that gesture you noticed in the crowd of unknown people Often it’s how they behave around and with their people Gentle, calm, silently funny in the heads Mischievous smiles And a face you never thought to encounter

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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