Dahling, let those tears fall
they are not forever to stay
with them, let the brutal winter go too
for summer will be there for you

and may be this savagery
you do not deserve to see
but even if this cruel world hurts
know that I will be there for you...

Sleep!

May be you will wake up tomorrow and find that things never changed, the apocalypse never happened, and everything's fine, normal, at home.

Or may be you will wake up tomorrow and find that things have changed, for the better, the apocalypse is over and there's light, hope and a new home.

Sleep, you crazy soul, just sleep. 

"Nostalgia"

How often we use this word reminiscing about the past - our childhood, school days, college days.. 

We feel nostalgic, we dwell in the memories of the past, we talk about how great those days were and how we would do anything to just go back in time and live those days again..

Perhaps we fail to realize the fact that tomorrow we will say the same things about today, about the days we are living in now, about the emotions we are feeling now, about the time we are spending now..

I love this day. I love this weird feeling I feel today. I belong here.

Someday soon
I will forget you too..
Like in the day we seldom remember the starlit sky no matter how much more amatory it is than the ruthless Sun..
For the Sun promises to shine everyday
while the stars sometimes are hidden by those treacherous clouds..
and they tell me to embrace loneliness,
for it is real, it promises to be with you everyday
while you will be far away forced by the treacherous truth called 'distance'

It was either the chaos of a crowd of thoughts or the silence of solitude... nothing in between.. 

For once, let's not show the tears we hold,

and hurt not the ones we love and care for,

let our smiles be enough bold,

so that the joy is shared,

but woes never told :)

May be it needed a mention.
.
may be she expected his message..

may be he waited for her gesture..

Nay, it wasn't late..


but they could no longer wait..


and eons hence, with them played fate..

And her heart was still there

where all the happiness dwelt,

magical evenings were spent,

wrangles were ephemeral,

friendships were eternal..

I love you today, as much as I did yesterday, or probably a bit more than that..

You never asked, nor had I the courage to say and probably I'll leave it at that...

I don't care if she's from a small town..
nor does it matter if she is what people call a "fashion disaster"..
I'm in love with her courage, her perspectives.. and her beautiful mind..
I respect her thoughts and opinions.. 
she's strong and independent.. 
she belongs to people worthy of her trust.. 
and it doesn't matter if people don't befriend her,, because I always will..