My reasons 


I like when I take care of my emotions. 

People say they  flicker.  

People say they’re transient. 

People say they’re dreamy.  

People say they’re rootless. 

They fail to realise, 

Those emotions are only defining me at that moment, 

And such infinite defining pointless points of life 

Are giving me reason to live, 

And one day not to live.  

I could be

I could be your shadow

if you let me walk by your side

I could be your present 

If you let me recall our lows and tides….

I could be your dream

If you let me show my colors 

I could be your aim

If you let me bring my nature…

I could be your taste

If you let me do a bit romance 

I could be your everything 

you just have to give me a chance…


I fail to express

I fail to deliver

I fail to keep

what we’ve what we’ve lost…

Maybe with few seasons passed

Maybe with few roads crossed

Maybe with few faces running down

I’d feel over with the failure

The failure of not keeping you close

The failure of not making things better

The failure of ruining the dreams

The failure of crying over spark.

But till then

I’ll suffer….

terrible me


I think I should say sorry

I feel I should move on

I know I hurt you in the process

I agree I should stop playing the song…

I think of calling you sometimes

I feel the wound is so sore

I know I wasn’t right for you

I agree I shouldn’t think on it anymore…

I think we weren’t meant for each other

I feel things went really fast

I know it was my mistake completely

I agree you well played your part ….

i guess

There’re no good mornings

No good nights

No wordly care

No worldly surprise.

There’re no weird discussions

No internal remarks

No silent love

No suffering hearts.

There’ll be no hopping dreams

No burning desires

No secrete wishes

No admirable clashes.

There’ll be you

There’ll be me

There won’t be us

Left with our miseries….Precious_Miseries_Gothica__by_neoqueenhoneybee

unfortunately i hope

I hope you’re a habit

which I’ll forget with time.

I hope you’re an allergy

that would soften with season.

I hope you’re the taste

which would start boring me soon

I hope you’re the wind

that blows high and vanishes unknowingly.


you’re not just a habit but my heart’s company,

you’re not a rash allergy but imbibed in my presence,

you’re not just a taste but a dream turning into reality,

you’re not just a wind but the breath of my soul.

I wish I could have loved you more,

I wish you could have understood it more


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