Tonight, I pray.

I sat waiting,

Like the “me” you know, the “me” you’ve always known.

You asked me what I’d do if you didn’t come home.

I’d live alone.

I’d keep waiting.

For that’s all I do,

For that’s all that I can do if I want to keep holding on to you.

The situation you’ve put me in.

I wait for some love to breathe,

I wait for your voice to speak.

I don’t know what I’m doing,

You tell me you love me,

I don’t feel it,

Why don’t I feel it?

I’m still waiting.

The odds run around you,

Fate and destiny and all the other good luck charms too,

Hands on my head,

I fall hopelessly on to my promising bed.

At the end of the day,

As I wash my hands,

I wonder out loud about whether anything would change back into what we had a time ago,

As I wash my eyes,

I wonder whether, one day, I’d be able to unsee all the scenarios we carefully planned a time ago,

As I wash my ears,

I wonder whether I’d be able to scrub them clean of all the assuring lies you told me a time ago,

And finally,

As I washed my feet,

I wondered whether I’d be able to walk away from you.

I could, and I would if you do it too.

Together , We're Alone.

We are born alone, knowing nothing,

White sheets of blank paper,

Meant to be sliced with black ink,

Gradually, suggesting death.

We live together, yet we breathe alone.

Claiming our eyes be closed,

Yet getting away by means of furtive glance,

All knowing,

 That it keeps us away from the UN-dead.

We bitch hand in hand, just to cry alone,

Consciously ignoring the trail to ecstasy five feet away,

Blandly,
Welcoming the dark days,

Quite far away.

We shop without mercy, yet dress alone,

Trying to keep up with thoughts we feel are erred

Trying to derive “philosophy” from unspoken words,

Five minutes later,

We stride as though nothing happened,

On to the street outwards!

I remember going to bed together,

Only to wake up from sleep alone,

Quiet mornings push the feelings aside,

Donning me with sympathy I didn’t recognize,

As one of the inevitable; the day starts.

Thinking, we’re moving "forward".

What mistakes our simple mind,

Is that we die alone when we don’t.

For its proven,
 When a soul dies, another one dries up with it.

Dazed.

Seeming like I went to the bus and walked right back,

Such beautiful days they had been,

5 days of crazy laughter,

We all were Queens.

Knowing teachers like never before,

The fragrance of care, an aura around us,

Chance of depression being very lean,

We all were Queens.

The cold mist turned us over,

Showing the probable destruction,

We stood side by side, heard and seen,

We all were Queens.

I was just guessing,

Nothing seemed real,

A twelve dozen uncontrollable teens,

We all were queens.

I'm back home now,

Everybody was.

Visions of the past remained blurred and bleak,

Who cares?

We all were queens.

Dedicated to all the still crazier human beings who were with us, who laughed along, who cried along,

They call themselves teachers,

We call them parents.

:* to every single person responsible for Success this bright. Alhamdulillah.

Pressure.

The expected torture came up from behind,

Snuggling me close,

Me, it tried to compose.

It writhed and squealed,

And my muscles it whipped,

The words lashed out for good,

My brain,

All in all, a magnet to pain.

I cried with shame,

My eyes red rimmed they were,

My heart fluttering with despair,

Gone was my aim.

To try that hard and fail so nice,

I realized I couldn’t buy victory with my cries.

I have two more chances,

Two more dances,

I couldn’t trip, I shouldn’t fall,

But it kept me awake and did not let me dream

I had a part of my life to redeem.

It called me shameless; it called me gut-less,

It called me worthless; it called me careless

It wasn’t misery, It wasn’t a disorder,

It wasn’t any obsession nor was it depression.

It was only a four letter word.

It was exams that had me chained to grief.

To try that hard and fail so nice,

I kept realizing I couldn’t buy victory with my cries.

Love, Kiss my sear,

Trust, Wipe away my tear,

Faith, be sincere,

And everybody else,

Tell me there's luck still to appear.

My wet heart struggling to beat,

My tears dry of emotion,

We were tired, all of us

Of Decameron, Boccaccio and Erasmus.

I had me to mend and for that,

I knew, I needed silence in the end.

Why Did Destiny Capture Our Shots , If Fate Had Someone Else Framed Ahead?

Brown into the flattened black,

Had it always been that black?

Had those give-always always been this cold?

That gentle look, now not even a scratch,

But instead, dim dead and bold,

The kind that’d give anyone a panic attack

My path had been defined,

My goal’s been set,

This, an unfamiliar lane...

Why so?

Why did we meet again?

If destiny did not capture our shots,

If fate had someone else pretty ahead,

Then why did you look back?

Why did I want you to look back?

Had it been you?

Or was I seeing myself?

Regret seemed too much,

Dreams were too much too,

My consciousness remained unmoved,

Like yours, mine lost in touch!

That fleeting moment,

Did we both recede?

Was that why we didn't see each other?

The wait is for next time,

Or is it going to be never?

I remember the scene,

“Black hair set against your pale skin”

 You said,

“With crimson lips,

And cheeks as brilliant as the setting sun,

The fragrance of

Fine cream and roses,

I wanted to pull your hair back,

Put it behind your ears where they belonged,

For they were obstinate and warmed your face,

Fusing into the dusty pink Brussels lace."

I blamed the wind that refused to budge,

I blamed the noises that remained adamant.

Where was that reflex action?

We were proud of; a time ago?

Where did that flutter of,

Heart to heart beats, go?

All was perfect, then why didn’t it end well?

We had a second, we had a moment,

We had a chance, we had an option,

We could change our mind,

We had our hopes far from behind.

But that just passed,

Ever so quietly,

Nothing.

That's what we loyally did.

We stood, like fools looking into forever.

Standing there,

And resumed our pathways,

As though nonentity happened.

What an endeavor.

I'm begging. Miss me.

I'm tired; I have a head ache

I feel we're losing everything we worked so hard to make.

I don't know what, But something changed.

I'm fed up, I feel like giving up.

I keep looking out and in,

The hollow feeling doesn't seem to be fading away,

The feelings definitely not what I had yesterday!

I'm annoyed, the feeling had changed

Like I said, I' was too tired.

To fight for us again and again

My hopes flickering like that candle in front of me,

My eyes were closing with the pain.

I'm slipping, my mind flipping,

the day just seems to on

Like nothing was wrong.

What happened to that enjoyment we once shared?

Maybe it got tired too,

who wouldn't?

It must have found someone better to woo.

My grip not so strong,

My heart desperate for anything to meet,

You might not understand,

but the little thing lacks a reason to beat.

I feel depressed tonight,

We both know why,

Yet no one's taking action

Sigh!!

I'm tired of having to ask,

Caz it’s just not me

I'm tired of changing myself,

For reasons you obviously see.

Damn my depression,

Damn my heart.

I'm fed up of the questions,

I'm fed up of being answer-less,

I'm fed up of the untold truths,

I'm fed up of the silence that have us hooked.

Gee, what am I saying?!

Wake me up sweetheart,

I'm begging.

If still not, Then I’m going.

Fall Back And Love Eventually.

There come’s a time, when everything,

Almost everything’s precious

When all that you see,

Brings only about two, two letter words,

‘US’ and ‘WE’.

That Poem you inspired me for,

That bar of delicious 5-star,

That Golden yellow field of sun-flowers,

And Ha, How could I forget,

Those beach trips in you’re car.

When all I do is think about you,

When something I don’t do, is because of you.

When the sleepy-eyed cute fights at dawn.

And later, the tongue in cheek smile,

Only about the Sarcasm

Me and you being “turned on”

*Grin*

That night I kept it all in,

That night I swore I’d never take it all out,

One might as well as eat their words,

Especially when their life starts resembling a

Heart-a-bout!!

That time, when refusing anything’s just for,

And is only to make you persuade for more,

When saying No, is just for,

And is only to make you beg for more,

All the “you’re fat, you’re fat” comments,

I act to be angry at,

That secret enjoyment,

We both very well know.

That,*oooooohh my favorite*

That time I kept saying,

“I’m going, I’m going”

Just to hear you say “Don’t”,

And then giving you a piece of paradise,

Saying “I won’t”

Things I never do start coming up,

*yes, finally getting influenced*

Eating nutella, drinking tea,

Loving Life and yesh yesh,

Saying No to MAGGI

All I can do is look out and look out more,

The more I do, the more I got confused,

*Big grin*

For Once, I don’t regret the past,

Through all the crazy things I tend to send,

Now its

“I’m lucky I’m in love with my best friend”