A blank Happy space

From conscious to cozy corners

From continuous sharing of thoughts and gossips in the day

To lying down silently besides

In the morning, I wake up to new toothbrush

And then the poha on the table

More brighter than the sun above

And coming back to a smile

That is stranger but so welcoming

I find a tiny arm around my waist and against my shoulder

Did I just find home

In a town where am often home sick

Here am trying gather all the happiness

That were trying to escape in the name of peace

Sharing the blankets and the pillow

Had I shared a means to read me or my thoughts?

Tossing from right to left

Was the pillow steady

May be the thoughts of him had left and hence the pillow was resting tired of shutting those stupid thoughts

I wake up searching for a song and a 'Ok' twinkles over it.

I HATE IT, I hate this ok now

I roll out of bed

And start another morning

With a breakfast that has a sketch besides and the survival, the tea.

Accompanying the sun am out with a new happy face

All by the windows and no worries on the forehead

Shopping for future is such a thing

Of creating frames in the air

And then breathe through them as the coming past

The blue across our body

Makes the day more comforting than the cloud

I failed to notice with tossing two souls around me

And the songs in the shop try envolpeing me with you

I resist and fall against the car seat

And unlocking the door with tired foots

Am soon sitting below the sky

With one of the best tea

And two happy souls

On a mat

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Normal problems please !

I miss the normal problems I miss mom scolding me for being late from work I miss being stuck in traffic when out for office I miss being out with my friend and then planning another outing I miss the gossips at the coffee shops I miss the crowd at McDonald's I miss waiting for my chance in the queue of burger King I miss seeing the teenage girls in sarees for farewell in college waiting the bus and the train I miss seeing the boys trying to fix the loose tie standing by their crush I miss seeing dad care free about us being out of home I miss the normal problems The news of people dying is suffocating The news of all the chance for this virus vanishing is nowhere They talk of precautions Now each day seems a achivement Now each but of oxygen seems a reward Now washing hands seems the only hygienic essential Now being around your loved once seems so terrifying You can't touch them You can't hug them You can't even wipe their fear tears You can just stand their prayi...

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

I am stupid with love

The ceiling The fan The curtains The door The windows All are still With the silent Breeze making its way into the room Like the thoughts in my head I can hear the ticking of the clock The heart knocks against my chest Sometimes even the a sound of my eye lids flickering On the thoughts that are non stop I cry to myself in the head "Nobody loves me." Before I throw another tantrum My head replies Your family loves you. And i suspend that answer Thinking of A friend i have known since 10 years now A friend who can read my thoughts through the phone screen Just by knowing me through a year A boy whom I had met years ago I don't even remember the length of his smile Of the shape of his head or the position or the color of his hair But I think of that boy When I say nobody loves me. Now the irony is None of the three people Like to express love in words Or in loud gestures And i crave for words But if they tell those wo...

Blissfully inhaled and exhaled

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