Blissfully inhaled and exhaled

  We met. Exchanged words. Bid hi followed by bye, Sometimes in days but usually in few minutes. Words started filling the silence; Sometimes meaningful enough to ponder, But mostly just the talk of the moment. And don't know when  The earth's gravity found its place between the two. Pulling her towards him, But then they repeal; If kept in closure distance. When kept in different space It's easy to be different poles. It's only when you bring them together In sentences In feelings You realise  They are alike poles  Natural to repeal Like it's just affection Not love. Talks of 3 AM Simple words  Tuned as metaphors. Or the gift wrappers Shinny, Easy to fell for. Excited to unwrap it With zero patience You even are convinced to tear it off Just to realise It was your heart dancing in happiness Not the thing in the wrapper But that wrapped played the trick The moments  The words The way they talk They way they get into your nerves without even touching you The...

  I tell her I hate you as if it's wishing Good morning or good night or a hie or a bye I tell her I hate you right after I wake up until m dead with my phone in my hand with her texting awaiting my response I tell her I hate you when in the best moods or the worst I tell her about the crush that just happened a min ago I tell her about the boy who was my crush a second ago I cry to her about my fallen ice cream I cry to her about the finished maggie packets I cry to her about the 1cm increase in the muscle fat of my arm I cry to her about the boy not proposing the girl on the screen I cry to her about not receiving a text from the only person I want to slap because he just kept me on read I cry to her about my cravings for cake, maggie, tea, chocolates I cry to her about not able to draw the perfect eyes of my crush  I cry to her about mom not listening to me I cry to her about dad asking me to get married I plan dates with her Where I want to cook the best omelettes The best...

  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...

  I ask mom can I go out with him, she says no in blocks caps and everything to make it loud enough So that I don't try to convince her I ask mom if I can go out with her As first like always she says no, but after 2 or 3 attempts  She is fine with the plan  I wonder what is the difference May be she thinks  The she I would be hanging out with Won't hug me Or kiss me Or put her arms around my waist  Or on the shoulders Or come close enough to increase my heart beat Or hold my hands and walk around Or bring me flowers and chocolates and gifts Or take me on a dinner date  Or for lunch Or for a date just with a cup of tea and lots of eye to eye talking and so much of silence  But we will be together all this while But aren't there chance of me falling for a girl But aren't there chance of the boy not liking me and just coming to say hi and a bye  And everything in between it will be about the job and family we both are living with in those four walls...

Right in the front mom was kneading the dough, I could see a tiny girl in to the space With her tiny kitchen set and flour all round and over her And spoonful of water in her tiny jar Trying to learn to knead so happily And I spilled the water mug here My horried mother trying to tug her hair strands behind And asking me to get up Has applied the wet flour against her forehead, And I saw a teen against me Adoring the scene on the television screen A girl struggling with her hair strands And her so called crush, boyfriend or the live partner Rushing from behind and tug those hair strands behind her ear  With so much of love exchanged through the eye As if this the last breathe they are exchanging And I trying to mop the water on the floor had kicked the another water jar into the mid kneeded flour, again! And the moment I saw mom's face So angry and furious Lashing me out of the space Walking my way out of the kitchen I turned and to my surprise, I saw...

Playing with flicks Taunting with habits With words Naming them And then trying to hold them around you, Forever Actually for a known time  Finding a hand to hold Finding a shoulder to ly down Find the place next to them comfortable Trying to know every bit of the person Trying to have them smiling always But Then Dreadful of the below questions How does that matter to you ? Who am I to you ? Why should I tell you this ? Why do you want to know this ? Why this ? Why that ? Can we talk to clear this ? Can we just be friends ? And Also Her smile is so cute. He is looking so hot. He talks so nicely. She cares to much. He takes care of every bit of my situations. She like strolling with me. He likes talking with me. But Then Fighting with  It's complicated It's simple There nothing like this There nothing like that Life flirts with every one of us  But never keeps anyone of us as the destiny Or the soulmate And tomorrow i...

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, ...