Chocolates, Lays or Beer?

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 embracement
But guess what
We bump into each other
Besides is the row of hide and seek biscuits
Where I fail to hide but he succeeds in seeking me
I smrike
He smiles
I increase my pace to reach the end of the column to escape
And he too walks his column
But as I reach the end of the column
Puph!
I turn my head around for his face
I roll my eyes all over the place
But no eyes smiliar to his found

At the cash counter
I stand with a dancing stomach and happy tastes bud
And a broken smile
For the AC inhaled my boy.
I signal to the counter boy to remove the thing on my left
And the counter boy questions,
"What mam? Chocolate? Lays or Beer?"

The sad heart says Beer
The witty mind says chocolate
For new will be found
As there are years to count
The tongue says lays
And I leave grabbing the deo
Which smells like him
Leaving all of the rest

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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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