Taken to a centre, by the universe
I looked up and down.
The universe was my ledge.
And her name..
Was Universe, the sledge.
I was not taken there to admire the ocean of cressons.
I stood first in line for my falling lessons.
The fall is not a thing to worry about.
You know the fall never hurts.
Landing causes all the death,
Fall gets blamed when drunk journal blurts.
The centre of the universe is a paradise.
Only dead souls enter.
Living souls walk with the universe
Till, its time to enter.
Love your fall,
Live on the wall
and hope this never ends.
It gives you art
And take this dart.
Hope, it never really mends.
The night lamp was turned on.
Our photo by my side was dimly lit but visible.
Moving on thoughts got carried away.
Left arm was not searching for her.
It dabbled over the glasses and the paper
“To Maple” was completed.
The pen kissed the next paper.
Its cruel to ask the pen to move on too.
Let the kiss last.
To keep a journal is not my way
To forget happens all day.
To the first word of every line.
To memories, that I think are now only mine.
If you find sometime.
Help me forget you, us and all this
To the hours of us doing nothing…
Ok! Stargazing, maybe.
To the Tea-Bags and the Sugar-Cubes you are really generous about.
To the Laundry Days, I need to be around and talk you through, when you worry about the coffee stain on your favourite-tee.
To the ‘Bye’, ‘I am leaving’, ‘I am seriously going’ ‘Ok! Bye’ and kicking me out after ‘Should I really go’.
To Waking you up after the Old Monk
and lying that you were not creepy after the 4th round.
To responsible discussions where we convinced each other cleverly!
And we could never convince ourselves.
To the cozy blanket, that saved us from reality and where my words were prohibited.
To the Romantic Burgers and Double-Cheese One-liners.
To all the moments I forgot and you might remind me.
Drive me there.
I would tell
I can read maps so well while you are driving us.
I don’t care about how you drive
Because, I too don’t have experience reading maps
Let’s get lost one more time.
Trying to forget
And remembering things more
is not a crime.
“Sands of Time” denote memories.
Remember the beach sand that entered your shoe and never really left.
The crushed paper was sent to where it belongs.
The thoughts could not be sent, because
that is where the promises belong.
And we fail trying to keep up with promises.
I’m talking to you.
I wanted to talk to you.
I don’t know if you ever listened.
Still, I wanted to tell you everything.
Everything from the first memorable oust to this highly delusional second.
From the first moment when smiling was hard to this day when I’ve learnt to master it.
From that first wound on the knee to seventh, doesn’t-matter-so-much one inside the mind.
From the first second of that song to the loop that I never got out of for ages.
I wanted to tell you everything.
Amidst all the days that grew grey,
By all the ways it may.
Minutes you crossed my mind,
Kept me alive to face the hours you weren’t.
“You’re all mine!” that was the biggest, shortest truth you ever spoke on our couch.
It’s hard to belong to someone else now.
It’s not easy to show someone else the same love.
You’re the fucking drama, not me!
What exactly was the reason?
If you actually have one tell me!
For just that,
Let your heart speak sometime.
It would want to get back in time.
To that, “You’re all mine”.
So that, you never decline.
I find words
Staring at the same doorway
You entered by all the time.
I found you
Looking through the runway
My words mirrors by.
I’m living up all the nine clouds.
Just the grey ones though.
I can’t ask you to come back.
And I am happy.
You never left.
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