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What We Are

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Let me make it clear at the beginning, neither am I the motivational speaker or preacher nor the guy who pushes you to get more of yourself. I am just trying to share what I feel about ourselves. Believe me, we are just normal. We cannot get over anything right? Yes, that’s us; typical teenagers. We are hard at ourselves sometimes and sometimes too soft. We have typhoon swirling in our minds. It's the storm of agony, thunder of love, the avalanche of anger, the flood of woe, and sometimes the slight zephyr of motivation. You find yourself on parabolic curve of a function concave both downwards and upwards- sometimes you get yourself at the local maxima and sometimes at local minima. That's typical of us, completely normal; believe me. Just little things wandering over our minds every time! Depressions, broken relationships, hardships, boring classes, just a bit of cigarette you started smoking from yesterday, the lecture of mechanics you missed or that wonderful girl fro

A Little More Please

You think I will miss you? No, I won't! You think I can't live without you? Yes, I can! You think I am completely, exhaustingly in love with you? No, I am not! Then why? Why do I suppurate every single time when your name is taken? Why do I want to cling with you the rest of my life? Why do I look at you once, twice and again, and again? Why can I never forget you? Why do I try to sneak in every time I pass by you? Why do I keep on searching chances to get inside you? WHY? You are illusory. You talk of virtuous grades and niftier broods. You talk of dreams and ambitions. You talk of making friends and memories. You talk of leading the world. You talk of holding the head high- but hearts; you never talk about hearts breaking here right? You never told me that I was going to be away from you someday? Why didn't you ever tell me that here, people don't make friends, they grow into a family. Why didn’t you tell me that missing you would never be enough? WHY? You think

DIDI

For me, She was an unconditional lover, Her dark circles below those pairs of twinkling eyes Could show her sleepless nights, Boasting the connection, She has with me. For me, The word didi , Was something as precious as The word mother was. I could walk miles far without hesitation For she has to be there! For me, Her lap was the best place, To see the utmost, What if she'll leave me? I shook my head and Took a deep breathe. For me, I became her child, Without having her to bear the Womb Process. For me, Dear didi , Where ever you are, Will remain close to my heart. Because I know, You will defend me! For every works of mine.

Obsessed Me

Let me be clear, if you fall in love with me like the way I have fell for you, I would make sure I destroy every part of you. I would not leave any part well. I don't say they would be cold as the wind blows but would definitely want me every time. It will begin normally with great good morning and loving good night texts - and I will remind you how much your texts makes me smile. I will always stay on top list, remind you of my existence even if I am not around or busy with my guitar with nil balance on my cell. I would make you listen my stories and poems. You would hear my thumb rattling through guitar and my creepy voice over it. And when you will listen to any songs with guitar, I promise you would remember that. We would go on walks. I would hold your hand tight and tighter, intertwine our fingers and caress the back of your palm with my thumb, and your palm with my pinky. I'll imprint my hand marks on your hand, and if someone else holds your hand, just the way I

YOU

You're not a lot of things. Though, You're not the blood in my arteries, You're not the map to home, You're not my favourite summer, You're not my faded denims, But You're my amigo, You're my disparity. You're my friend, You're not all of things, But you're the light in these corridors, You're the shadow in dim light, You're the two teaspoons of sugar in my cappuccino, You're the ink on my journal, You're the dried rose on my table, You're the air in me, You're my poem, you're my song. You're not a lot of things, but the most heartbreaking of them all, You're not mine.