Been up all night, staring at you..wondering what’s on your mind

I have been like this so many times before but this feels like the first time

You are the sunrise, now go back to bed and now I wanna make you love

Every word you speak, I think I should write down.

I don’t wanna forget this night

I am happy to be here and I am happy to know you.

Play my song, plese leave your taste on my tone.

And she left……..!

I love things I face but I taunted without you

My tired heart is beating so slow

Shut the door before you leave

Let the bird inside suffocate and die

Play my songs tomorrow, and let the souls wander. Please!

You remember what I told you?

(via like-a-fool)

It was an year since I planted a seed in the garden of my heart.

It sprouted even in the shade of my protective hands.

It didn’t needed sun light, no water, no warmness.

It just needed love, care and happiness.

I was a nice gardener, I treated it well. I stayed with it always.

I supported it when it lost few of its leaves. I was holding it tight while the cyclone hit the garden.

Eventually it started giving fruits. They were sweet.

The plant became a tree, it gave me a shade to rest. I loved to stay under it. I felt I have someone who supports me.

I ate its fruits, I rested in its shade and the days went by.

I fell in love with it. I was a super fan of it.

I hug it when I felt unsociable, I sleep in its arms when I feel like crying, I was lucky that I have someone like it.

After few months, the days when I used to protect it were gone. Now, I was the weak soul. it was standing like a big giant.

Its size has grown so big that my arms couldn’t fit around it. I was not able to hug.

Many birds made my tree a nesting place.

One fine day, I proposed the tree and it turned into a beautiful woman.

She was wearing a brown gown with all feathers on her shoulders. she was smooth and soft.

Her smile was great like an angel’s, her eyes were kind. She hugged me and told me that everything is alright now. I felt good and okay with her being mine.

I named her milady, I grabbed her into me. She lives within me now. Always with me. Hope brought her back, filled with smiles, I end my story. It was never a story.

She is mine now, she is me now. I am myself now.

Everything comes out of me. Everything that has been ramping inside my mind. Everything that has been concealing in the corner of my offensively cheeky mind. I left with no choice and I am  holding my fingers crossed and hoping for a better tomorrow. Like everything that goes bad in my life, Like every other thing that shows its bare back to me, like every other thing that makes me feel ashamed off, this thing drops me from a cliff with my head facing the pointy rocks on the dirty earth below. I left with no choice.

Trying to compensate to my sins, I turn to face the people around me and I feel I landed in an alien quarantine. I run hoping for a happy life that was not much happy anytime before. I come out of the gap that was between my mind and my heart and I fill it with the emotions and thoughts. Now, I am sitting on the bridge inhaling the fresh air from the green pasture around. I feel alive, awake, active and completely lost.

When I sleep, I remember all the good old days, I miss them!. Eventually I cry. I can hear my heartbeat so loud that it is going to blow or something. Tears slide down my eyes on to the cheeks and they wet my pillow. I remember the last time I slept well. Yeah, that was one of my good days. I feel the incisions in my head, on my brain. It is all coz of the pain I collect everyday. My life has become a basket which gets filled with the mistakes I do, people I hurt at the end of each and everyday. I slowly unload each and everything from the basket..analyzing it, thinking about it and and I put them in my cupboard and I try to solve them and I try to find the solution soon. I over react or I think deep, maybe it is my weakness that I got. But I am sure it is a special thing in me. It works positive most of the times but when it is negative it sucks and hurts both sides. And in the morning, everything looks fine from outside. My pillow gets dry..my eyes get dry and my life starts again with the same zeal and with the same hope. A hope that this new day ahead becomes one of my good old days.

I am not sad I would repeat to myself over and over, I am not sad. As if I might convince myself one day. Or fool myself. Or convince others. The only thing worse than being sad is for others to know  that you are sad. I am not sad. I am not sad. Because my life had unlimited potential for happiness, insofar it was an empty white transparent room. I would fall asleep with my heart at the foot of my bed, like some domesticated animal that is no part of me at all. And each morning I would wake with it again in the cupboard of rib cage, having become a little heavier, little weaker, but still pumping.And by the evening, I would again overcome with the desire to be somewhere else, someone else, somewhere else someone else. I am not sad

I bet you’re fallen form the sky
I was approaching in the wrong way
I love the centimeter smile…………on your face!
Its like a heaven in your eyes, Mind blowing beauty in my way!
I bet you’re fallen from the sky
You are my dream come true, My heart keeps beating in a fast pace!!
Now tell me what should I do, I get so jobless when I see you
I want you to look at me, when You are walking across the hallway
You are my dream come true, My heart keeps beating in a fast pace!!
you are the symbol of love…Oh, my 120 pound flower!!
You’re like a feather to me, you bring the softness to my eyes
 My love you look good when you walk, I can see the pony tail go back N’ forth!
when I come face you in real, my foot loses its friction N’ I fall….a thousandth time in your LOVE
Why I feel you are the best??…I go so crazy in your presence..you’re irresistible my love!
I bet you’re fallen from the skies, oh my love!..your are my dream come true….♥