Forever.

So many times in our life, some moments leave us uncertain.
With absolutely no answers.
So many little touches, whispers, caresses and words. And of course, the imprint on our soul too.
 There are some people, who when leave you, it just hurts. You remember them. You cherish the memories.
 But then, there are some people who when go away, it destroys you. . You were so, so dependent on their existence in your life. They were your life.
Then BAM!
You 're not with them anymore.
It freaking aches.
Your insides turn and your legs turn into jelly. It tears you apart, the mere thought that you're never gonna touch them, never gonna hear them say your name again.
 Their essence is gone from your life. It's never a good feeling.
They're good as dead. But you don't want it to be that way.
You want them to stay forever.

I know, forever is a misconception.
Nothing lasts forever.

But I thought we would.

Keep Dreaming!

Apathetic.

No.
I swear, he isn't normal.
He's more than that.
Like a cool and chilling soda, that hasn't gone flat.
Colorful is his soul, his faith isn't in a leap.
He relies on his strength.
He's never weak.

Erratic are her eyes.
The darkness she holds inside is bound to go berserk.
She holds on to this world
only for the longing in her heart;
That she will find a place, where her life will start.

Apathetic and selfish, they say, are
the teenager of our gen.
For people don't see the wildness in their mind as they lift
a world worth of pain.

Pressure, pressure!
It's too much to bear.
As you ask, they say, why do you even care?
Step into their shoes, and you will see,
Care and Love is all they'll ever need.
Keep Dreaming!

Agony.

She'll never get used to your embrace.
She'll never get used to your tides.
She'll never be enough of what you want.
She'll never be able to roll the dice.
Her love, it consumes her, but never burns out.
Like a never ending fuel, it's clean and without a doubt.
You and your electric soul, they consume her. But it's only your love which will excuse her. From this constant agony which has enclosed her.
You may love her or not, you may want to want her or not.
But she's the one who would happily sell a piece of her soul for a minute fragment of your thoughts.

Keep Dreaming!

Gone.

He's gone.
The moment your mind registers this, your heart does a back flip.You actually laugh at the words.
How the hell can that happen?
He isn't like that.But the expression on his face tells a different story.
He's gone, girl. He is not the the same anymore.Your mind screams at you but your heart yells in defense.

"You cannot end this. Not like this."

His face wears an expression of guilt. A tear escapes his eye and rolls down.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry"
He's crying now. The whole story pours out. All about the arguments, the fights.. everything.
 He cannot do this.No! Not to me! Your heart tells me but your mind knows the truth.As he makes his way towards the exit, he turns back , at you.
"I hope we still are friends. Best friends. Just like we used to be."
"Yeah. Like we used to be."
As his lean silhouette gets veered from your sight, the reality of the situation smacks you down, on your knees.
The tapestry, you both wove with your love and trust, was torn down by him.

Destroyed.

There was nothing you can do.
Move on.Your heart and your mind say simultaneously.

Keep Dreaming!

A Beautiful Mess.

A Beautiful Mess.

There comes a point in your life when you just want to run away. But you also want to stay to see the inevitable. The tears can't stop streaming down your face and all you think is,
"I'm broken."

You see your broken pieces lying on the floor but you can't do anything. Everything relates back to 'it'.

It destroyed you.

Hacked on and on until nothing was left to put together. Your life becomes an endless cycle of profound actions and a jumble of words. Mumbling and cursing. You want to do something, anything to break the cycle but you watch helplessly as you get sucked in a black void of nothingness. Bitter feeling arise for those you loved, those you cared for. You always remain unhappy as you know that the happiness will be short-lived and you'll return to your black house. Any small thing brings you on the verge of freaking tears, and if you're me, you hate to cry. Food is tasteless and tight smiles are baseless. Civility gets lost and the darkest part of you comes out.

Nothing clears up and you begin to wonder if anyone sees you the way you do. You don't want happiness. You just want peace and a clear mind and an end to your agony. The world spins around you and you wanna scream "STOP!" and freeze time and break away from the fear of losing something you never had. You show that you don't care but a watchful eyes is always kept over.
You loved. You lost.
You ended yourself in the peak of love.

Keep Dreaming!

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Keep Dreaming!

You've broken me.

You've broken me.
Several times. Several places.
 But I've been able to gather my pieces back together and fit them in their right places.

But I'm afraid. I'm afraid because it is meant to happen and it will.
 One day, you'll break me so bad, like a china doll, that I'll not be able to put myself back together and the darkness, I've accumulated over the years, will start spilling.
People around me will be able to see the true face behind my mask.
 And that's exactly what I fear.
 Because there is no face.
There's just a broken shell of a girl, who ended herself in the peak of love. 

Keep Dreaming!

LIBRARIES!

Keep Dreaming!

Let’s talk about Libraries!
A comfort zone. A place, which doesn’t want anything from you. It only gives you pages full of happiness.
” Oh! You want to take a book? Okay sure.”
In my opinion, libraries are places where the greatest thing in the world is exercised. Yes, Reading. Reading takes us to another world where everything, happens as you dream it to be. You live the lives of the characters and sense their emotions. And the same thing happens with whichever book you read. You live a hundred lives.
I can’t imagine something being more peaceful than curling up in a couch, on a chilly day with a cup of coffee and a fantastic book to read.
And then libraries. Ah! I pray to god to bless those fellows who open new libraries for us.
But then most of the people think that libraries are boring, for only a vivid reader will understand the turmoil of keeping up with our favorite character, lurking in the libraries to find the next book in the series etc.
I believe that the joy of reading – I mean, actual reading- is only experienced by a few. Yeah, sure you can read an entire book which had 467 pages, but can you experience what the characters are feeling?
All I’m saying is that people should understand the true meaning of reading and libraries as
“A room without books is like a body without a soul.” 
 

Tainted Dreams.

Mind is tainted with the colors of my dreams,
Heart is painted with the life of my choices,
Lips are strained to say something,
But eyes are alive; wide open.
Hand are stained from my blood,
Flown free whilst the struggle to be free.
To chase my dreams. To catch and keep them safe,
I sound the bells of my train of thoughts.
And begin again, following my dream.
To a land where I’ll be safe and sound. Dreams will be kept alive but still.
As to the promises that I’ll keep.
As I’ve loved and I’ve lost.
Though love is a boon, to lose is a bane.
Then again my dreams will not be the same.

His Heartless Heart

Mind racing.
Body rigid.
Heart clenching.
Throat closing up,
 to contain a scream of heartlessness,
Of need.
Mind  going  in circles  like a film.
Reliving the memories both of us have lived.
Tears well up in my eyes trying to find a way out,
Of the messed up world inside.
Losing and winning, a part of life.
They say, but a black hole blows an inferno inside.
My heart’s in tatters, my mind sings of pain,
For the heartless heart, which loved me once,
Makes me go insane.

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