Blissfully inhaled and exhaled

When all the stories, thoughts and choas in me sleep I try to overhear stories around me But it often happens to me The moment I want someone or something The whole universe seems vacant With no one around besides the whispering leaves The roads running marathon The clouds tired of handling the mood swings of the sky From blank to cloud to dark to blue and shades of rainbow The chairs in the cafe stand empty But when am accompanying someone They too are busy hearing the gossips of the crowd I walk out of the place The vendors seem busy to narrate The bus doesn't halt to carry me It just comes, releases the smoke and leaves I stand there still Staring at the lady covered by fabrics Those eyes look around but seem strange behind those masked faces in scarfs The men around are stressed to talk of the hard day again The kid awaiting his school bus is annoyed and sleepy for the lessons till 6 But the teen girl besides him is busy shying and smiling to the cellp...

I sigh He smiles I focus on the words in my ear And the one on his lips They sync with the notes in my thoughts He passes across me And my eyes gaze on the road Short but deep Narrow but holding so much Few red fabrics Few window shopped heels and songs Few bald heads and few shades other than black Few racing with the leaves on the road Few trying to compete with the pace of the snail And I manage to find you Few things never get lost As in the habit of writing I open my dairy And pledge to write all beyond you Those silent lips seem more beautiful than the choas in the head He looks more hot in the payjamas than the loose denims and slim fit legs Their fights are more adorable than ours They fight for existence And reasons why we fight, we ourselves are dumb to it. I try to pen about the roll in my hand But the mayonnaise drips of it Writting for itself Unable to ink any bit of it In rhymes and Shakespeare words I close the dairy Pluck the Daisy alo...

Under the footnote of modernisation A lot got changed People Perception Faces Even hearts! Gazing in South I could sense need of North Adoring the sunrise I could feel the wait in me for the sunset For the sky today was clear The sweats made me thirsty for wet lands and dripping clouds Eating the chillies The chocolate in those hands Raised in me the cravings for sweet Holding the tears under those breathe in, breathe out Was lying down with wide open hands For happiness to embrace me Loving the buttoned shirt The black jerseys made me to choose T-shirt over shirts for him The kid in me made me to mess up his hairs And there was I clicking his smiles under messed up hairs Instead of perfect gelled keratin strands Sitting at distance And the exchanging formal smiles Grew in me the emotions of getting against his heart beats Exchange laughter's and not LOLs to his foolish jokes Staying in bed was the favorite routine But soon this changed into jogs ...

The happy us! I pen on the header and the pen falls of my hand And I stare at the blank sheet below it Gazing in the space around me I don't see you anywhere I wish that you would be on the way to me But the head tells me, you are not. I sip the tea with extra sugar Little by little The sugar resides on my lips I try to clear it off  Leaking it over and over  But then maybe it's meant for you For I wished chillies for you in the dinner And may be you need some sugar and milk now I take the pen again And instead of writing about the moments holding us I pen of the distances separating us Few stereotypical thoughts of mom Few tantrums and harsh words of dad Under the cover of security and care And the stupid girl me who thinks  If she runs to you She won't be mumma's girl and daddy's favorite Instead would be selfish and dis-obedient And to make it look good I pen of the mind in bolds Logics are better than love As heart just flows he...