Yesterday

In a world where we live and breathe to seek

Seek to acquire,and acquire, only to search further on

Nothing compares to the pleasure received

From things simply stumbled upon

:)

Some beginnings are enough to make you a believer

So they blame you for falling for a deceiver

Implying the end was the grand finale of his gimmick

But certain beginnings were enough to make me a believer, 

And now I choose to refuse to become a cynic

There are some things words can't express, certain emotions a breakup can't suppress,
some wishful whispers which no one can address and two-minute lasting crippling moments wherein one can't help but digress.
I am sending all of them out into the universe.
I believe someday it will reach you in some form.
I believe someday they will be the reason behind your smile.

Some beginnings are enough to make you a believer
Sometimes they are all that should matter
Enough with "Happy endings" I'l take the once upon a time
Oh, Screw the Happily Ever After.

I Wish You Wouldn't Wait

You can be happy when you board that train back home. You can be happy when you get that perfect job. You can be happy once you get your raise. You can be happy when your reunion happens again. You can be happy reliving memories with friends distant and near. You can be happy once you are free of the trappings of life. You can be happy once the 'Correct Timing' arrives.  You can be happy once 'that one plan' falls in place. You can be happy once the fight is over. You can be happy in the train. You can be happy in the rain. 

Or you could stop, look around, take a deep breath and be happy now.

Until then, happy waiting to you. 


P.S - I wish you wouldn't wait. 

Pieces I Gave Away

Sometimes on sporadic  nights, I wake up with the your words resonating in my head. I think of those cards I would make, smiling just at the thought at the look on your face when you would recieved it. How I collected each part from a plethora of strange faces and places, and glued it all together into one card, placing it tenderly inside the thick package.  How I used to keep making last minute additions and rearrangements inside the multitudes of envelopes and gift wraps that held all the tiny somethings that my Pocket money could buy, for you. All while the Courier Guy waited outside, because ofcourse I was never satisfied that it was perfect and pretty enough. 

Ah young naive love :)

I woke up today with wonder, whether you realized that those tiny somethings were not just pieces of things to remember me by, they were pieces of me. 

And what they meant, was that you'll always have a piece of me no matter what happens. Each piece of the handmade book, the scribbled post-its, the eldorado-names and the etchings on the balloons were another piece of myself that I gave to you.

It's too bad I didn't keep any pieces for myself.

RED.

There are a million ways to die

You are why I live to savor it

There are a billion ways to bleed

But you are by far my favorite