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

Comments

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

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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