Blissfully inhaled and exhaled

Something helped me today to inhale Without you in there Where the Oxygen goes When that face was walking in a direction Same as mine Gazing at him was awkward For him and for me So I turned to the side  And the mirror on the wall had him  That face was so adorable He seemed perfect for that glance For that moment For the page And the ink was happy to breathe in him Today I wasn't aching in your absence But was happy to have found him For the pages complain me For giving all of their existence to someone Who is gone More than me  The ink was rejoicing To write about his smile About him having my perfect definition of vocal cords Not all that goes, takes you A few just stay to bring someone in your path Today, the summer breeze felt good Warm, smooth unlike the cold and soft But it felt good to smile to a stranger For mostly I don't even smile to humans I know They call it attitude, ego and hell of nouns and adjectives But is it compulso...

Front of my eyes are columns with independent rows Stacked with different colours And smells locked inside Eagerly awaiting for hands to grab them So that the smell can get into their nose a bit and much in the air For others to know of their existence Anyways finding for things my stomach is crying for and my eyes are looking for and my taste buds are craving for My eyes hang up on something else Rather someone A boy What else a girl priorities above food and self Running along the columns And staring at the rows to find his stuff Freezed air Freezed food stuffs Freezed perfume Freezed sweets Freezed chocolates Freezed duppatas That have more love stories than me And rest girls around me The papers freezed The pens freezed In the cold breathes of the AC But their I stand sweating  Adoring him For the word, hot sounds a cliche to me in all occasions But seeing him, I blurt it out to my mind "hot!" I run in other column To avoid the embraceme...