Another day passed without writing about the things on my mind.
She can be fire by the ocean
Tides by the sea
She is an artful rumination
A flower longing its bumblebee
She can be a young gun
Nothing to break her, no
She can be a free soul
Built of start dusts and hopes
She can be wild
Yet a child at heart
She's all about that light
That tears darkness apart
Feeling so impatient Running train of thoughts Planning and unplanning Those that we abort Unusual the feeling Heart racing a marathon Gut wrenching distress What’s going on? Sitting right up To slip through the pillow Only chemicals None that mellows Such an edgy soul On cloudy summer noon Some days are like that For some they return too soon
PS: She's Physics!
Don't friends fight sometimes
In the end reconcile too?
I'm in hope, that maybe someday
We can row in one boat and
Laugh out loud like we always do?
The bygone days can't come back
But we can plan trips, no?
When everything's back to normal
And possibly there're chances to meet
Can we get together some place too?
Even street side dahi puchka is good
When I share the plate with you
So let's just meet for a cup of tea
Making memories for a lifetime
Till the next time I see you two?
Let's forgive each other at once
Restart like we did as sophomores?
Let's just stop feeling this low
Let's just stop being so cruel
Let's just love each other true?
It’s the second time in months
The first in December it was
That longing became a reality
That missing home came crashing
Until it hit me right at my core
I remember last night how everything seemed worthless
The work and this being thousand miles away
Seeing them grow old, oh I can’t see that too
Is it too much to ask for?
Here I am, saving chunks so that I can head home
Oh, am I saving really, I am afraid
Just hopelessly living in this hope
That someday, maybe.
You’re not distraction
You’re my addiction
I abstain from you
You hurl back
I just can’t let go
You’re attention seeker
You take my all
But then this is what I want
Did you and universe have a talk?
Please wait for sometime,
Dear poetries on my mind
It feels as though I’m an irresponsible citizen
It’s rising in flames, I’m caught up in my job
I see kids begging, or selling things they’re forced upon
I don’t stop by and ask why, my break hour is limited
I was late in buying gifts to the girls working at my PG
They are gone, with the gifts lying in my cupboard
It feels as though the void is piercing deep
What the heck am I even doing?