The lady she shouldn't have feared

She got mad at her more than the horns in the traffic
She trained her more than the trainer of the clown
She knew alot of her with no mind reading lessons,
Absorbed hard under the lamp and the twinkling skies.

She told to hold on to things
Rather than running after her favorite clouds
For clouds don't stay
And you have no escape with your heart

Listening to her wasn't in her playlist
She wasn't even the song, on repeat till it dissolves with other in the crowd
Throwing frowns to her lessons
Throwing tantrums for the wants tagging needs
Making her the emotional fool
She thought she being the matured one
But clowns know the best to distinguish between a smile and a frown
Today standing on the road
Surrounded by the town
And loud voices trying to tune to the noise of the wind
Was she thinking it was easy with
Listening to her then a thousand vocal cords shouting on a single ear

Her care was thought be overdramatic
Her concerns were ignored saying them to be jails to her freedom
The spices in her food were harsh for her shapes was what she thought
But while bitting on the pieces of beetroot and
Sipping the bittergourd juice
She found the salty food tasty.

Her love lessons were 90th century thing,
But
Being loved by random people
Being asked for costly coffee
Grabbing intentional wrapped things, waste on the other day
Getting emotionless hugs
She thought was her generation
But on the breakup day,
She often sneaked for her shoulder
Trying to get pampered for her broken heart

It's always felt right when it's late to realize
It's always found after whole book comes with a end
Saying happy ending or to be continued....

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Drifting thoughts of 5AM...

Does the silence gets you in future Does the lonely soul feels the presence of that soul Does the plugged earphone tune that voice Does the present wants to repeat those chapters Do that fights are more engrossing ,than those serious talks Does every word on the screen is felt like , 'This is to be stared' Do you star it like ,Mam in school used to star your best art, poem recitation , the curves of alphabet on paper Do you feel like you are queen of those interrogative phrases Do you find yourself foolish enough to check on the never changing constant blank circle on the screens chat app Do you randomly feel like drifting away from your goals Do you hit your head hard , In the middle of the crowd , To break this thoughts and come back to 23 October,2017 And its just 5:21 to think of this silly questions...

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, ...

That morning.....

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...

Blissfully inhaled and exhaled

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