Weird Ways

When was the last time I read a book in your arms and had a cup of coffee in the same blanket? I don’t remember it. I can’t think of anything other than your skin sliding on me and giving me sensations of how love feels like when it is touched. I am practically weak but emotionally weaker. I miss our incomplete drinks with your lipmark on it and how I travel back home with my handkerchiefs used by you. Every nail of yours left the fragrance I can experience only with you. That is your fragrance and nobody else’s.  The dark of nights close in the same room and we make fights instead of love and dawn shows up with your hair tangled in my fingers, our eyes swollen out of sleep and voices low. I can hear you saying, “I love you” which replaces your “Good morning” wishes in a very very pleasant way. The ample amount of life force that comes along with you moves me miles to have each glance of you. It is a very weird way of loving I know but I do. More than anyone has done this to you. 😊

F*ck Distance

For what is the distance when love can travel for itself? From days where it was all alive on the verge of electronics and now that we have grown up so far we see how much we are about being ourselves than being what we want each other to be. I am in love with how challenging it can be to hug you from here and how our karma can be a bitch but I am in constant process of revolution. I want to make sure that an every inch of my way towards you should be worth remembering. What is more exciting is that to the places where we have been together, those places call me. Everything about you on this planet attracts me more than anything. Did I tell you that we are two opposite poles guiding different paths but who are we without each other? I am a bunch of words unsaid and you are a bunch of hidden emotions. How we still be together? It is the verge of losing someone who is not even half a percent similar to anyone in the world. How can I let go a person with whom years have turned to celebrations and the wait of her became better. You are unlike me but I can’t wish not having enough of you. It is still seems like a moment when these years cross my mind and what we did for each other. It is like yesterday you were preparing for your high school and today you are graduated. Hey, we are in love. 😊

Paris at last

This is about no fancy dreams but a serious wish. A dream that has worked upon me for years. There goes a million thoughts when she talks about her wishes to be in one of those well known places. Paris is the one favourite place for her. And I have made it my dream too. 

But is that enough? It is about those days when we barely knew what we are in person and that we can be the same offline as well. It is about how she imagines her future with me and include me till the time death make us apart.  The kind of lifetime goals she set along with me has made me believe that this one girl is the one for me. The right one. How she can be bossy and scold me but cannot even stand my friends speaking rude to me. You know the intensity of care and love it shows when she is perfectly possessive for me? It is indescribable! This is the point where I call her dreams to be our too. This long distance can keep us away but we are the one in mind. 😊

It is no joke when she talks about standing with mebeside Eiffel Tower and have her best kiss. That is where this idea of roaming in the streets of Paris, living our days in a vast room and have our meals away from the land where we belong. The place where we can walk streets and I can rest my hand on her lower back, like wanderers to walk a thousand steps more to let not these conversations in different countries ever end. No matter whichever the land be I wish a walk around Eiffel Tower be the best of her life and with me. The amount of happiness I have been asked for is like a dream come true and for lifetime memories. This one is gonna rest inside the bottom of her heart. 💝 

Deam or not?

After all these years of dreaming it seems that dreams are not just for dreaming, writing about them and complaining. It is more about being practical and working seriously on finding ways for it to happen. I feel pity for those who give up on dreams saying, “Life is apart from these things. Let’s just be real and get a job or get into some serious business”. Was it a joke that you dreamt about yesterday? If you can’t determine to make things happen and put some efforts then it will just be dreams the way you call it. 9 to 5 is something that everybody ends up doing but is that your thing too? Remember how you talked about ideas and implementing them? It doesn’t even take a second to change your mind but changing concepts of your life is something which cannot be done so easily. I don’t get it when people are stuck and in a relationship, struggling for other things too, they always blame love for their failures. I believe that love is never the reason you are stopped from anything until and unless your choices are right. There are trials and errors in you way and that is not because of anyone but yourself. Keep working, keep dreaming and fulfill dreams. Thank you! 😊

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Beside Me

​If only my time was tranquil, 
I would have talked to myself.
Let unrevealed grief speak, 
Seek what instincts me. 
I wish you could take a break, 
Sit beside and listen to my siege.
The river of tears flow inside me,
See I inscribe these words of misery.