If I can't bend heavens I'll raise you in hell but not apart.
No love is not at fault you are at tho.
No you aren't at fault too but your condor is.
Ask me what I want than what you believe in what I need.
Ask me how plucky I am regardless you stamped me pamby.
Ask me what I feel if you have time left on concluding me.
Ask me what I like when you speculate your thoughts on me.
Ask me what is my position when I am being vagrant in my thoughts by you.
Ask me who am I unloving despite you think I love.
Ask me why am I being rude when the world is feigning kindness.
Ask me the reason for this calmness and I'll explain how numb I've been with just a word as an answer,
There are 10 stupid reasons to connect and one sensible reason to disconnected -
They told me your love was unrequited.
I said it was forbidden by him tho.
So it doesn't matters.
Tell a lie if your truth breaks me.
Give a fake hope if it kills me.
Stay silent if it tares me.
Rest your idealism for me.
Promise an unbroken me.
Bless the cursed me.
Cause I don't want to die again...
Waking up from a deep sleep I woke up and whispered your name.
It felt the same love as before not realising that unlike me, love existed for you too but I wasn't in the picture this time.
People speaking on feminism actually don't understand that it is not to be attained but one which they possess already.
And those who actually need to be feminised are unaware of its existence.
She- I am not made for relationships.
He- but you already are engaged in it.
She- I don't know how long shall it last cause I fear I'd break you or sometimes fear you'll break me and this fear never let's me enjoy us.
He- but, we already are enjoying. Aren't we?
She- How long this would go?
He- As long as we exist.
She- I want this forever but fear that I'll spoil it.
He- Don't you worry when you spoil I'll fix it.
He- (kissing) this way.
My idea to see the world is in a state of beauty.
I saw you through my eyes.
My fault not yours.
I always wondered what was this water in eyes when there's a pain in chest.
Realised its just extracts which you couldn't hold longer.
I was unsure which pain is worse,
the shock of which happened
or the ache of what will never.
Just stand with me,
When I find hard to survive,
Whole world would be against me
And try to bring me down
Be my shining light
When I see dark everywhere,
Ray of hope will be difficult to find
And I will be looking for the reason to survive.
Be my sugar
When bitterness of life try to take me on,
My tongue will throw thousand bitter gourd in a single shot,
I will find it difficult to hold on
And need someone to rely upon,
When I won't be able to love myself at all.
And I will need someone to show me,
I am lovable,
No reason to feel lost.
Getting back to a person who broke you is like reading an old book, knowing the climax of the story yet expecting a new end.
Often heard that what broke you only that can mend you. 'NO'
-you don't need to be mended.
-broken is an art too.
Years from now I hope we are still in each other's life remembering,
The first time we met and those shy faces hesitating over a talk,
Opening up and empathising each other
To become a daily schedule of our lives,
Setting each other's standards high when with others and not realising we were jealous when someone else came into our paradise,
Knowing we are important yet making each other so leftout so as we cling by self,
Those fight which almost had brought an end to us but these fights didn't knew our bond was way stronger than their existence.
Those little care with waves and walking down the path to have some extra time to spend with each other.
Those coffee mugs with mischief ...
Bringing positivity in oneself is myth accepting the negativity is itself positivity.
After like 10 goodbyes they asked each other can't you stay and we'd try going apart next time..
50th goodbye and then they knew they had fixed each other for a life...
"I Am My Own, Before I Am Anyone Else’s"
And it doesn’t mean I will not allow myself to belong to you. Or to call you home.
It does not mean that I won’t give all myself when you need it the most. No.
All I am saying is this: I will belong to myself, first. I will make of myself a home. I will give all of me to all of me. Before I give it to you. Or to anybody.
On a stormy day.
The storm out is in form.
The storm inside is uninformed.
The storm out shouts.
The storm inside is now calmed.
Now just like my soul my body have turned numb too...
Let them touch or love it.
It doesn't react.