Blissfully inhaled and exhaled

It's good to wake up in the breaks of thoughts The days feels lengthy as if you are breathing from past 48 hours non stop Sensing every bit of it In the lungs and out of heart Trying to feel his presence Unlocking the phone was natural And admist all the ting tong I find my smile shying back It wasn't him this time Instead that one friend had found his space back in to the head yesterday night I had revisited all our gossips within a fraction of seconds And I missed him often He had the habit of asking me for chai Which meant we would be talking Talking about our lost smiles Talking about that one person we miss every morning The good thing to narrate to him about him Was I had never found a judgment for me in his eyes May be they never mattered him May be he just listened to me for that moment But it felt good to say a thousand words, a thousand times and still see him smiling Sometimes over my stupidity Sometimes over my stories  some in the air and...

All the slopes of the hills, Valleys Mountains Fill me with so much of heights and depths But when stepping them I either see me scaling the heights Or The buildings and lack of oxygen rising above me My love for him suffocates me And the world below the height And the water in the valleys Scare me Not that am scared of height But standing there The distance seems more The water flowing silently seems to have taken so much of life Some might have swimed through the death But many just hug their love for heights and depth s I could have stayed longer on that land That is hundred kilometers above me But May be eventually I would crave for depths May be the air there would be insufficient To blow away his thoughts May be the fog and clouds would eat my existence One stealing my sight and another absorbing the smokes of my burnt heart When he was seen laughing along her smiles When they both were inhaling the same oxygen May be the love for winters would t...

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...

When all the stories, thoughts and choas in me sleep I try to overhear stories around me But it often happens to me The moment I want someone or something The whole universe seems vacant With no one around besides the whispering leaves The roads running marathon The clouds tired of handling the mood swings of the sky From blank to cloud to dark to blue and shades of rainbow The chairs in the cafe stand empty But when am accompanying someone They too are busy hearing the gossips of the crowd I walk out of the place The vendors seem busy to narrate The bus doesn't halt to carry me It just comes, releases the smoke and leaves I stand there still Staring at the lady covered by fabrics Those eyes look around but seem strange behind those masked faces in scarfs The men around are stressed to talk of the hard day again The kid awaiting his school bus is annoyed and sleepy for the lessons till 6 But the teen girl besides him is busy shying and smiling to the cellp...

I sigh He smiles I focus on the words in my ear And the one on his lips They sync with the notes in my thoughts He passes across me And my eyes gaze on the road Short but deep Narrow but holding so much Few red fabrics Few window shopped heels and songs Few bald heads and few shades other than black Few racing with the leaves on the road Few trying to compete with the pace of the snail And I manage to find you Few things never get lost As in the habit of writing I open my dairy And pledge to write all beyond you Those silent lips seem more beautiful than the choas in the head He looks more hot in the payjamas than the loose denims and slim fit legs Their fights are more adorable than ours They fight for existence And reasons why we fight, we ourselves are dumb to it. I try to pen about the roll in my hand But the mayonnaise drips of it Writting for itself Unable to ink any bit of it In rhymes and Shakespeare words I close the dairy Pluck the Daisy alo...

Under the footnote of modernisation A lot got changed People Perception Faces Even hearts! Gazing in South I could sense need of North Adoring the sunrise I could feel the wait in me for the sunset For the sky today was clear The sweats made me thirsty for wet lands and dripping clouds Eating the chillies The chocolate in those hands Raised in me the cravings for sweet Holding the tears under those breathe in, breathe out Was lying down with wide open hands For happiness to embrace me Loving the buttoned shirt The black jerseys made me to choose T-shirt over shirts for him The kid in me made me to mess up his hairs And there was I clicking his smiles under messed up hairs Instead of perfect gelled keratin strands Sitting at distance And the exchanging formal smiles Grew in me the emotions of getting against his heart beats Exchange laughter's and not LOLs to his foolish jokes Staying in bed was the favorite routine But soon this changed into jogs ...