The best in you.

I think of the time where I have mercilessly felt depressed, lost or even dead at times.

Hard times, as we like to call them.

Hard because our mind is unable to think or act. It’s hard because we lose the capability of exercising our thoughts. Hard because we feel that we are stuck somewhere and become claustrophobic. We think that getting out of the situation is impossible. We presume that it’s the limit and a dead end to the road. We are agitated, distraught, off balance and we completely lose track of what we are doing or what we want to do. We do things that we haven't done before just in order to feel some change, on the good side.

In such times, we forget what we are capable of. We have lost our confidence and are shattered. They say desperate time calls for desperate measures. They say it right but they also forget that the desperate time is actually the time where one can leverage the learning opportunity. It is the time to expand one's horizon and go for the kill.

The best in you lies within. You are the best and no one can beat you except for yourself. It doesn't matter if you are cheated or betrayed in any phase of life. Faith keeps the hope alive; hope ignites the fuel and rekindles the energy within you. Liberate the fear and fulfill your desires for you are the one for yourself, you are the driving force and none but you can make yourself win this situation.

In life, people will always tell you that you have made a mistake. They’ll tell you that you’re mistaken at this point but they’ll never acknowledge your efforts and the goods that you do. You just can’t afford to take it. However, it is only you who can convince you that you are the reason behind everything, be it good or bad and only you can make a change happen. Change is good and is inevitable. One cannot defy the nature’s law for it will complete its circle. It is difficult to accept the truth but one who accepts it comes out as a winner. Not many people will tell you the good things about you but you must respect those who do. Life is a strategic imbalance. The more you try to understand it, the complex it gets. The more you try to solve it, the more intangible it gets. It’s like a web that seems comprehendible but only the spider, God – the one who has built it, knows it intricacies. However, with concentration and meditation one can easily unravel the mystery. You just have to believe that the best lies within you, rest will follow.

Buddies from school

Once upon a time,

when we went to school.

Riding our bicycles,

we used to come.

At first we didn't know each other,

The pledge said - "My sisters and brothers.."

So, I considered them mine,

They say- 'School is a shrine.'

We played, studied and fought together,

And all the teachers we loved.

They gave us so much homework,

and bash our ass next day.

In the lunch time we sat,

Snapping each other's food.

All the delicacies from the canteen,

Collecting money, we got one plate.

The sour taste of chowmein,

and oil filled Bhatura.

and 1Re Samosa,

We loved having them.

Running through the corridors,

and getting scolded then.

Getting punished in the assembly,

for wearing the wrong shoes.

We did all the things together,

Grewing up we learnt.

Now the tenderness has gone,

Each living life of his own.

Now its been many years,

and I miss all the time.

I miss you guys, my friends,

EVen though we're not close.

एक आहट...

तनहाई में गुम है ऐसे,

की आहट भी कमज़ोर है॥

वो आए ज़रूर मेरी चौखट पर.

पर चंद लम्हों के लिए॥

सदियाँ बीत गयी पर आज भी,

इस दिल में उनकी धड़कनो का शोर है॥

नज़र कमबख्त हटती ही नहीं उनसे.

दिल इबादत, उन्ही का जोर है॥

रौंगटे हो जाते है खड़े,

जब भी होते उनसे रूबरू हम॥

इस दिल के कदम आज भी,

बढ़ते उन्ही की ओर है॥

इश्क तो किया ही हमने,

और दगा भी खायी॥

सन्नाटे भरी गहरी रातें

गिन-गिन उनकी यादों में जलाईं॥

ऐसी चोट खायी ही हमने,

की रूह थरथराती है अब हमारी॥

दिल कांपता है इश्क करने से,

और लोग दिल-फेंक बुलाते है॥

जब मोहब्बत थी हमें उनसे,

हमने थी दुनिया भुलाई॥

आज भी उनकी याद में,

कितनी कड़वी लगे तनहाई॥

एक दौर था जब मुस्कुराते थे हम,

उन्ही के मुस्कुराने से॥

दर्द-ऐ-दिल हाल है मेरा,

आज उनके चले जाने से॥

काश ये दिल बयान कर पाता उस मोहब्बत को,

जो थी, और अब भी है॥

नज़रो में उनकी ज़ालिम है हम.

पर ज़ुल्म किया भी खुदपे है॥

मायाजाल

कुछ कम में खुश है,

कुछ सब पा के भी खुश नहीं.

किसी के लिए दो रोटी ही बहुत है,

पर किसी को मीठा ज़रूरी.

ज़िन्दगी थमती नहीं है,

चाहाते आधी हो या पूरी.

लोग मिल जाते है अक्सर,

कुछ गलत, कुछ सही.

रास्ते खुद बन जाते है,

जब मंजिलें हो सही.

अँधेरे का भी मज़ा कुछ और होता है,

एक धीमी सी आहट, और गहरा सन्नाटा.

और बिजली का कड़कना,

वो हवाओं का चलना.

थिमथिमाता हुआ सावन.

रिमझिम, रिमझिम.

इच्छाएं खत्म नहीं होती,

चाहे जितना भी मिल जाए.

और और की लोलुपता में,

फंसा हुआ है इंसान.

मांगो मिटटी,

तो मिलता है सोना.

और सोना मांगे,

तो होता रोना.

यह माया का जाल है,

यह अकडन की चाल.

डूबेगी यह ज़िन्दगी,

बिछा है मायाजाल.

Seeketh, Thou Findeth Her

She's the music,

she is the pain.

I wanna hold her hand,

and jump in the rain.

I dream of her,

all night and day.

Her curly hair,

my heart's her prey.

She's a rhyme,

she's a song.

I'll keep her in my arms,

all night long.

They say love is a game,

and I wanna gamble.

It's in the shine of your eyes,

that I'm entangled.

Quite possibly,

a day will come.

When you'll be here,

and we'll clung.

The songs I've sung,

are meant for you.

Baby its you,

for I love you.

Her golden skin,

and innocence.

Make her seem even beautiful,

natural evanescence.

I always see her back,

but she never turns around.

In that blue raincoat,

she makes my heart sink down.

To keep looking at her,

is my only dream.

She's the only one,

she's my final dream.

Smoking Ugly

I started walking tonight,

With a kretek in my hand.

I smelled it and lit the match,

and put it on my lips.

The flame kept fighting with me,

I burnt the kretek's tip.

And as I dragged it, my heart feared.

the sweet taste on my lips smeared.

The smoke went inside,

through larynx, into my lungs.

It tasted so good,

my head swerved, my heart jumped.

I dragged another puff,

I started laughing to myself.

Someone come and rescue me,

Wait! I don't need no help.

I looked at the red tip,

seeing it burn into ashes, I felt.

Is it the cigarette,

or my life burning to hell?

I closed my starry eyes,

and went into flashback.

Am I not the person who I was?

or was I not the person who I am?

The early days were better,

but until when?

It's time to move ahead,

my life has just begun.

I threw the kretek right then,

my thoughts saved me today.

Lying on the ground it burnt,

angry and in dismay.

Scribbling Love

What do writers do?

Blabber, Blabber and Blabber more.

Well actually,

They Scribble, Scribble and Scribble more.

So, this night brings me to more scribbling and blabbering. I will write more shit and continue to write it until death separates me from writing. Well, that simply means you'll have to bear me and my hogwash for the rest of my life and possibly yours as well. Tonight, I am not going to talk about love, I am not going to talk about God and I am not at all going to talk about success or failure.

I will keep it plain and simple.

Well, not exactly my style. ;-)

Love, as we call it. Isn't it crucifying? We keep on thinking about love, long for it and keep waiting for it to happen. What a strange four letter word that plays with our testosterone and estrogen, makes us go weak in our knees and feel butterflies in our stomach. Is it love? Or is it just a psychological disruption? I second my second thought. Psychological it seems to me, after that I have been in love, undergone a heartbreak, fallen in love again and again... and again. It just doesn't stop and it never happened that I was ever in love with two women at a particular point of time. Well, I am no prerogative for having falling in love over and again. I just have a psychological belief that love exists and I keep on expecting to receive it. I see someone, talk to her and in a blink of eye I know that she can be the one or not. I, then, turn my pursuits on and approach. Now I don’t know if that is love or not. However, that is.

When I can strenuously and consistently believe in the existence of God, how can I not believe in love with the same passion? People say love is about understanding each other. I question, if love is all about understanding each other then what is compromising? Isn't understanding the other person's will and suppressing your own, compromising? She likes coffee and I like tea but I am having coffee just because she likes it, is a compromise. Where as love is when he/she prepares a cup of coffee and tea, and they have it together. Well, this stands as a very understated example of a subject that has a much wider scope. A similar example cannot hold good in case of buying a car or perhaps something else.

When you fall in love with a girl, at first she says - "I just want you to love me all my life." And then -

'I want that dress.', 'I want to meet your family.', 'I want to marry you.','I want the TV remote.', 'I want kids.', 'I want a house.', a new car...and on and on and on ...

Then she finally says (something that I call confessing) - 'I want a life.'

Horrid no? People call it a crazy sweet little thing called love.

If I have to summarize love, it would take me a lot more than just a few words and it would take me really, really long to express it. However, I will summarize love in some ugly true words.

Love is - Compromising with yourself for someone else. It is living for the other person and doing what he/she wants. Love is suppressing your own feelings for others. Love is essential. Like I said, love is, strange and crucifying.

They say love is surreal. Love is, but we make it surreal.

Life and Inspiration

So...nothing is static, nothing is perfect, permanent or final.

As the night passes by, do we lose time? or do we gain it?

Do we even realise that in a day we come back to the same position, we started our day from. One by one, bars in life cross and make it either stiff or subtle.

The moon looks so lovely on a full moon night. Nothing incomplete is beautiful or majestic. However, everything cannot be complete. Life will become too dull if things are stark. Where will the inspiration come from?

It'll come from within.

Little changes in life can completely bring joy and make you feel exulted. The subtle changes are not hard to indicate. Life isn't tough, unless we make it. It's crazy how we abandon & ignore the most important things in life, just like a male seahorse. The female lays egg in the male's pouch, keeping trust in him. Though, he abandons the part that should be the most important in his life, his children, just as they hatch.

Life gives us unpredicted results, some in our favor and some against.

The sun doesn't rise or fall. It is stagnant. Yet, we think that it is in motion.

No matter how big the sand house is that one builds, if it isn't made away from the shore, the waves will take them along with them. If it's made away from the shore, the sun will stiffen it and muddle it down.

Life is moving, so are we. The sun is inspiring and deceiving.

You don't wake up from sleep and become rich one day. Sun changes its color but never its course. The difficulties in our life are just the different colors. If we make our mind stiff and determination strong, no matte how many different colors we see in life, we will achieve success & satiate our desires. Even a dog doesn't pee until it finds a perfect spot, let alone the life. Life will strike an opportunity at the right time, if you don't grab it, it's gone. Life rotates, completes its circle and rotates again.

Why don't we fall, when the earth is rotating? You're correct, gravity.

As the sun comes up, the sea gets hazier no matter what season it is. When life tumbles, a similar gravitational force holds us and keeps us from falling down. Our part is only to keep holding on.

You are just a Myth

I will irritate the hell out of you, I will make your life difficult. Something that I am best at. You don't have an idea, what I am capable of. I will take a breath and it will hurt you more than a burn. I will pinch you and you're gonna bleed like never before. I am important to myself..so yes, Do not underestimate !!

You don't stand a place in my life. You mean nothing no more. Every time I tried to navigate through and make things bearable, you never supported it. You say you hate me for no reasons but I know there's something behind that scares you to say. You aim to be the sky but your efforts are underground. You're a myth to yourself, you struggle to be yourself. You are dead personified.

Don't try to fight with me with words because my words are not that tender and all. One I start my prowl, you will succumb yourself to death. I am fire, a tiger. My claws seem small but my bite is ferocious. Understand my glances and make your moves. This is neither a warning nor a threat because the real threat for you is I am.

Fear me.

I Want You

Baby, you make me mad. You make me desperate.

Baby, I want you. Baby, I do.

You are the only one now, I have no other desire.

You are my single dream - for my life, entire.

I wanna have you now, I wanna be with you.

I don't care what they say. You are my bird flu.

No matter what happens, I'll surely find you.

Losing you - I won't let. I will come, get you through.

Baby, You're mine, mine. None other, but you.

You are my daily rhyme. I wanna sing you new.

I will be with you, I will always be.

With you in my hands, life will be freely free.

The FB Love Story

It started when I had seen you,
I was a little afraid and you were a little shy.

The next morning I woke up,
I thought it was a dream, a wry.

But when I saw you again,
I was flabbergasted.

I was still thinking and numb,
but it did, it lasted.

You were a reality,you were true.
I kept looking at you. You, you.

Baby I fell in love with you and I didn't know,
I wanted to take control, I wanted to be slow.

My steady steps, moved towards you.
I stopped, looked around, thought I'd facebook you.

I sent you a message first and waited for your reply,
And when I got it, I shouted "Aye! Aye!"

Your legs were lovely, that tattooed skin.
The sand gleamed, it looked akin.

That photoshopped picture, it looked lovely.
but could have managed the contrast.

I know that's a party picture,
I hope you had a blast.

Baby I fell in love with you,
There, right there.

Ok let me be frank with you,
It was your hair.

I tried slow, but couldn't control.
I stumbled, I crawled.

My mind boggled,
My thoughts brawled.

Next I clicked on your photo album link,
saw your lovely pictures, I blinked.

Joy, joy and joy.
I said, "Oh! You forgot to reply boy."

I waited for the next notification, thought it was yours.
My boss had facebooked me, "Have you done all chores?"

I said, "what the fuck Boss, why are you alive?"
The next notification and my boss survives.

I thought the dream was coming true,
No! the truth was becoming a dream.

I took the next step,
Damn! I stepped on my shaving cream.

We talked for a while, and I liked your status messages,
I liked your likes, the comments, the pages.

I poked your friend one day,
and then the problem began.

OK, I'm gonna cut it short,
We fought, your feelings ran

You ignored me, I tried.
Didn't want to hear me, my heart fried

Now I'm hurt and I'm walking away.
My eyes, my tears, away they pray.

You signed out from the chat,
I kept refreshing your profile.

I thought I wouldn't say,
Will go away for a while.

But you didn't come back baby.
I cried, I cried.

So I removed you from my friend list,
Why did I have to try?

You'll wake up in the morning and I'll not be there.
Baby I'm gone, So long !!

Who is GOD ?

God is mystical. God is gender declassified. God is not him/her. God is God.

One shouldn't stop seeking God because for us Hindus, it's the way of life. In fact not just us, every theist seeks god and his presence. I am sure one must have felt his presence in ways more than one. I can claim that so confidently because I myself have experienced it. Again, I would say God isn't complex. He's clean and tarnished. For he has created this world to provide both pleasure and pain.

God has given life and death. There's a pro and con to everything imaginable. Where life brings joy, happiness on one hand, death brings along sorrow, malign and loneliness on the other. However, the beauty of death is that it doesn't affect the soul it effects. Imagine and experience its beauty, one doesn't even know how, the person who just died feels. He lays calm and cold in his deathbed. His brain, heart and body stops functioning but the soul is still there. One never knows, wonders or cares about the soul. It's always about the body.

When god must have been creating this world, he must have thought for a while or may be not because only the mightiest of all could have created such a simple world. It could have not been better. I admire every bit of it. So much for us to see and explore that it is impossible for us to experience every chunk of it in one lifetime. Life is clean, simple if we see through the lens of our soul. Homosexuality, heterosexuality, love, hatred, heaven, hell, pain, sorrow, joy, grief everything comes in pairs. May be that is one reason why they call your soul mate your 'better half'.

Life is symmetrical.

God is and will always be. One can only find him through doing good and just the right thing. That right thing should be right according to you and no one else. Change is good and I am sure God is its favorite admirer. God just loves to see changes in this serene world. Rain, breeze, clouds, tsunami, earthquake et cetera are all kinds of different changes and god just loves them. One may feel blessed and joyous only when he seeks joy. Sorrows are bleak, sometimes even bland. However, one can love them too. Nobody does, but one can.

In a rendezvous with the almighty, I asked him -

"Why everything in pairs?"

He smiled (he loves to smile) and said -

"Life is a mirage. The only thing I didn't create in pair is life. Had I not created things in pairs, life would have had too many varieties. I didn't want to scare your life."

I believed him, took his bow and blessings and only wished to see him again.


P.S: Special thanks to Gaurav Pandey, to turn me enough on to write this post. May God bless you.

Beauty Admired

Looking at the serene beauty of the mountain, I wanted to be there, at it. In a flash, I was in between the two mountains. It didn't take much time for the train to complete the half circle and take me to heaven. I felt prerogative, though the train was cruising along its usual route.

As the sunbeam fell on the brown mountain rocks, it twinkled a brownish radiance as if it was trying to seduce it audience with the chocolate. At least I am the one who was. Experiencing such a scene was a beauty in itself. Moving under the shadow of one mountain and watching the sunlight fall on another. It seemed like the nexus of two worlds. I felt disparaged, thinking why am I not a mountain or a cloud or perhaps a river. For the first time in life, I felt ugly.

Looking at things from a far distance might make them look good or bad, sometimes even beautiful but the ultimate beauty lies within, inside the heart of it, in its soul and its nucleus. Nobody wants to feel ugly. You may feel beautiful or ugly, it's totally upto you. You'll feel whatever you want to, no matter what other people say. If you think you're beautiful, you're the most beautiful thing in the world.

Now that I am going far away from the mountains, I see them smiling at me, as if they know about the beauty they contain in themselves. I felt as if they were watching me and telling me -

"We need not be remarked."

Right after these series of events, I wanted to relive the moments passing by, so I just kept on mesmerising the moments and went on to take a nap.


P.S: I wrote this back when I was traveling from Bangalore to Lucknow. I just felt ecstatic at that time and words poured out from my heart. I found it today in a writing pad, so here I am drafting it.

P.S: I could totally feel it all over again while re-writing.

Walking

Tired from not working at office while I was headed to home, I just twitched towards the cafeteria to have some orange juice. I could not believe on what my eye balls were perceiving. She was sitting all alone, having her lunch at around 4 pm. When I saw her, my heart struck 12 and started smiling. She looked lovely, like always. Her hair was falling on her face making her look innocent as ever, as she chewed the food between her molars.

I fell in love with her once again.

She is so pretty. Not that I haven’t seen prettier faces but there’s something different about her. It’s always something different about them, the one we love.

The second thought that came into my mind was-

Today’s my day, let’s talk to her.

I went to the food counter and quickly juggled coins and notes at the billing counter and ordered a glass of juice. While I was waiting for my order to be served, my only hope was that she stays.

And she did! I took my glass of juice and carried it along with all my guts to her table. She was busy on phone, talking to someone in her family. I kept my bag on the chair adjacent to the seat opposite to hers. She was so aloof talking over phone that she didn’t even notice. While I was sitting on the chair, she noticed me. I could totally read her expression-

‘What the hell?’

I gave a stupid smile back at her.

Though I distracted her from talking over the phone, I couldn’t manage to gain her precious attention. I kept on looking at her, adoring her beauty and innocence. I could feel her going nervous, she totally succumbed to it. I sat quietly in front of her for I really enjoyed it. Feeling and watching her right in front of me instilled me with joy. The feeling was exulting and I couldn’t stop smiling.

Some two minutes later, she took a pause in her conversation and uttered words to me-

“Anything you want?”

I smiled at her. She smiled back at me and I nodded in affirmation.

“What?” She asked me smiling.

“Get done with the phone then we’ll talk” I replied.

She continued talking over phone and I continued smiling.
There were two very obvious reasons –

One, I was sitting right next to her. Second, I got her most desired attention.

Happy hands of the clock were moving while I was waiting for her to get off of the phone. Just then, two ugly souls (not that they were ugly) from our batch came in. Their jaws fell right down on the ground and their eyes popped out watching me seated right in front of THE girl.

That was the moment when my head swerved and I felt like walking away. I help my head down and supported it by my hand. I told myself –

‘Today isn’t the day when you’d get to talk to her.’

Those two imminent, stupid souls couldn’t sense that when two people who walk in two different directions (she away from me and I towards her) are sitting together then there must be a special occasion. However, they had to come and sit on the same table we were sitting. Utter disgrace.

She turned around & looked at the two of them. I could so read her expression once again–

‘Eureka! God is there.’

I didn’t move from my chair hoping that the two most unwanted people, at that moment, would walk away.

But they didn’t. I tried the trick of giving them ugly looks as well, it failed.

After a while, she got off her phone but the minions didn't move. My eyes were glued on the LCD behind, as I had presumed. Though, I was looking at her from the corner of my eyes (something guys generally don't do). She waited for me to turn around, I didn't.

Then after some pateint moments, she asked me-
"Yes! Tell me, you have some work from me?"

I nodded positive again and told her, "You talk to them (the minions) then we'll talk."

"I'm done talking to them, we'll leave together."

My heart thumped and I said, "Fine, will talk to you some other time."

She stood up and walked away. I kept on looking at her and she faded while walking. I turned around towards the table and saw my half filled glass lying. I grabbed and gulped the juice down my throat, stood up, carried my bag and walked out thinking that the glass is half filled and so is life. There aren't much chances in life but they do come around.


P.S: Long post after a long time, straight from my heart.

What the F*ck !!

Tell me something good,
Tell me something new
I want to kill this time,
and bust asses few.

What the fuck is happening around?
Do they have any idea?
Fuck them! They don't care,
You don't have to hide, Yeah!

This feels heaven,
This feels hell.
I am, may be in.
I am, may be unwell.

The darkness followed
the emptiness, frozen.
Skewed, skimmed and smothered
it has hit even the zen.

The truths are
all defied, mystified.
Floating on a hazy night,
unidentified.

The rhymes are a few,
but they are all new.
The tricks are too clear,
Yes! hear hear.

Its just a gimcrack,
To possess them all.
Life is a crazy, insane bitch.
It leaves you appalled.

The lies are true,
and the truths blue.
The laughs are bare,
here and there.

It reeks the heart,
burns the soul.
The same old shit,
That grumps all.

The light at the end,
is merely seen.
The thunder struck,
it seamed, it seems.

A Loner's Thoughts

19/2/2010 Worli, Mumbai - 17:24 hours

The best thing about being a loner is that you have a world of opportunities surrounding you, freeing you of all obligations and bindings.

You are like a free bird, free it seems, that has the whole world under her feet.

Life seems crazy, when the people in your life have left you and you leave behind some of them while strolling around. There seems a strange darkness and an urge for the sun to rise.

(Though) It Won't !!

The sun won't rise until you stand up and confront time. Time is powerful and a strong headed mentor. It is, also a dehydrator. It dehydrates your life if not timed to perfection or atleast close to it. To make the sun rise up again in your closed dark world, you need to stand up and take a step.

Life is great when postured on canvas. The embossed acrylic feels great to touch but, only the artist knows the hard work he'd put in to make it feel like it.

18:01 Hours
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21/2/10 Vikhroli, Mumbai - 2:22 Hours

But of course, who cares about the hard work or the imagination or perhaps, even desires? No one! The selfish world turns up against you and makes you do things you'd never imagined yourself exercising. The myths of life are many and the truths, a few. People, who once have ascertained the truths of life, see the haze around them clearing up. Learning is not a slow process. It is eventually one of the secrets kept away from the minions. Something that plausibly makes it slow or just make it seem slow.

The key is that "there is no key."

(It does remind me of Kung-Fu Panda right now but that's not the shoe that fits the feet.)

You are free, limitless and unbound. Circumscribing oneself is merely closing room for anonymity and surprises because the limits are so tiny from what they can actually be.


2:44 Hours
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How Much I Love

I wish I could just melt your heart,
and make you love me.

Dreaming about you in the lonely night,
makes me so happy.

Holding your hand for the first time,
Oh! that anxious moment.

It tickled me all over,
just the brush of your hair.

The waiting for you to come down,
when time ticked off quickly.

Loving you is I can't stop,
Yes, am mad about you.

The way you walk,
and sit and talk.

My breath's held,
for the deepest sigh.

The transition,
happened so quickly.

From just another girl I met,
to the one for me.

I wish we were in school together,
I would have glanced at you from the corner seat.

Would have given you candies all day,
chewing them you'd have stained your shirt.

Sitting beside you,
and caressing your hair.

Then you'd have known,
how much I love.

It's just for you,
It's only love.

If Only

If only you would smile at me,
It would have really made my day.

If only you would let me,
I would dance in a crazy way.

If only you knew what people say,
You wouldn't turn around to them.

If only I had a chance,
I would watch you go sleep.

Your eyes are beautiful as pearls,
I like the way you frown.

I can't help looking at you,
I wanna cuddle you down.

I wanna be the one for you,
And I just wanna tell you.

That love is in the air baby,
You wanna fall in love with me.

I got to be the one for you,
I love you, will always do.

LoveSick

Standing on the bridge, I remember you crying.
We were walking apart and none were trying.

Yeah, I know it was love,
It was the first time.

I know we are in, we were,
I should have stopped you, I concur.

You gave me the Goosebumps,
When I first touched you, I was numb.

I remember you the first time,
Your pink lips, I was on cloud nine.

The first kiss,
Like butter and cream.

That chilly breeze, On a summer noon,
Which only I had felt, Oh! Yes, it was a boon.

I know so many things, because of you,
I know me now, I would have never known.

It makes me happy,
To know you are.

And now I am healing,
The pain is gone.

Though I still don’t know,
Why tears are borne.

When I think about you,
In the midnight.