Yugantar Writes

No, I would not want anything else. I would not request anything with you. I would want you to snoop, Simply, Listen. Be sure, to hear the murkiest of me, You would know the chaos inside me, You would see a bird deprived of wings, You would acumen shedload of weeps. And all you have to do? Listen. I would hear you too; And all of you would be my concern. I will unquestionably retort the finest I can, And you, You too would work alike. You would have to hear me, Even if I would not express. You would have to apprehend my silence. You would have to feel my occurrence on my deficiency, For, I would do the same. Don't talk about the honors. You would be the only audience of my crazy melodies, You would be the only metaphor in my rubbish odes. Even if you were not there, I would be discoursing with you. And, those my dear Are castigations, not privileges. You know, I am in desperate necessity of you. Think prudently, And tell me, Would you listen

I discern; You catch scars, every single time I grasp your hand, And I know, you abhor it. I know you muse over HIM, every single time I gaze at you. And I know You hate me for doing that. I know Nary an anguish of mine nuisances you. I know Those times I spend with you are just conventional to you. I know I am just another guy, seeking to get near you. I know All my stories are boring, And all my narration, are infuriating. I know I mean nothing to you. But then again, For I hunted a shoulder to shed my tears, Your words fetched bliss to my senses. For I desired this somnolent head to lay rest on some chest, Your lips curled to infantile me. For I wanted to move a step, Your confrontations made me run. For I wanted someone, to listen through what I went, You became delightful addressee. You are the allegory in my drafts, You are the strings to my guitar. And my pillow when I nap. And, yes I thank you, I thank you for entirety. I thank you for letting me stare at you. I thank you for

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.

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.