The silent thoughts

The thoughts of how is she doing

Is she fine

Is she able to cope up with her heart break

With the chaos at home and the stress of work

Is she fine now?

I often think of two to three people

If they survived the day

Swam through the nostalgic days

I think if they ate or if they slept well

Does that particular friend make them happy

But,

When we meet I end talking the most

And they listen

Most of the talks I do are things thats already be said, discussed, concluded but I say them again

And they listen

I talk of new stuff and they listen

I wonder how seeing their face

Meeting them in person makes me more selfish

Whereas in a silent room all i think is of them

Even in the crowd, they happen to cross my mind

But I wonder why I turn blank while writing of them but still fill pages with metaphors

I struggled to learn once

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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...

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.

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

Blissfully inhaled and exhaled

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