As I am present here, captivating the vision of your eyes that are drowned in the ocean of emotions.
Seeking your hearthrob, my heart began to untangle from the roots, making the space for the bridge that is going to pierce into two.
I curse the moments sowed in this present which are trying to make a path that makes you sorrow hurt you worse.
Not to mention, I found you cute when you were so confused.
I waited for the moment to dry up the ocean and finally to look for your eyes that find mine.
The sudden readjustment in your pupil took my breath away.
My insides celebrated with fireworks but in the same way, it's been a firebomb disaster when you looked away.
I am definitely going to miss these moments that speak about "us," because my short journey is going to end and it is time to get down from this bus.
The only thing I can do for you is to tell
you to be happy by making a 90° angle by
the thumb and index finger and bring it
back down behind my smiling lips.
I think my heart reached the target as there is that sudden cute expression of confusion that spreaded across your face.
As a stamp of your memory, my eyes were gifted with the corner-lifting of your
lips when you confirmed that I am out of your sight.
And that's an end of our moment, your memory, you in my life engraved in my heart.

Just like the night neon stars in my bedroom, your memories stood in my life. Light in the night, dark in the day.

I took a seat on your side.
The breeze has made a virtue for grazing you, and I'm a sin that is being wasted, yet I feel I'm eternal.
Your hair lengths piercing my sleepy eyes giving away your scent.
Watching your eyelashes flap open and close ignites my heart.
My body beneath feels divine for the minute your arm grazes mine.
This road feels like an aisle welcoming you and me.
The dome shaped forms a flowery path protecting us.
Echoes of the people surrounded sing the wedding song.
The rain began to patter blessing us on the behalf of god.

It is hard not to feel your presence.
I need your vibe to fulfill my heart.
I always wanted to play with you by my actions where you always reply me with your half sentence.
But I can't wait to listen in your words.
I even can't have a conversation without biting my lip to cover my smile.

You are only the needle that pricked my heart. But I'll never let you know the swords that were being inside me. Still holding them.

Yeah. I know something is dragging me to you.
It's not just your features, not your handsomeness, not your naughtiness.
It's the pain you've been facing.
The pain is dragging me to you.
The pain I am aware of.
The pain that took me myself.
The pain from the past.
The pain which might also drag into my future.
The pain that I have fought with.

I don't need to be consoled but only concerned.

Somehow got in a causal talk to hide my nervousness, wanted to speak and cut off the silence in this very dark kissed sun that is going to rise, beneath the heat of the ground and the sea waves, finally breaking, "Heard that the line that separates the day and night is called as terminator line also, the grey line."
She chuckles, "Wow, that's knowledgeable and why so specific now?" still kept her eyes closed, feeling the breeze by touching the sand that we are lying on. I knew that I needed to say this before I could leave this opportunity and I immediately pushed my adrenaline to it ,"Now open your eyes to your mid-length and watch what you see."
She gasps in and for seconds she does it .Watch.
I can see the shine that seeps into her eyes, glistening the sunlight rising up the huge orange ball of heat and I finally spoke, "And it's my long time wish that I should experience this with you and here we are."
She was in shock for a couple of seconds and she began to readjust herself for a few seconds. I wanted to give her the happiness she deserves. She needs reassurance. Not only from me, but also from and for herself.
"I wanted you to cross that line for yourself and believe that ,You deserve to see the light that you are afraid to see without any hesitation thinking that it might burn you from the deep. YOU deserve the light that helps you grow stronger". I paused for a moment and spoke again "You also deserve the night that looks beautiful under this only line." She is paralyzed for a sec and I continued, "Since promises don't work for me, I can't promise you...." she shut her teary eyes and opened immediately when I began to complete the sentence. "But I can assure you that I'll be right there for you from now on no matter what." She threw her arms around me, completely feeling the shield around my military uniform. The eyes spoke, shedding the tears, for the first 2 years. For me. For her. For her future that is going to be incredible that I'm looking forward to.

His nerves in eyes are constricted making them the red sea, eyeing everything that is happening to her. Not much liked to invovled in the situations, as well not much liked to isolate her with the heart wreaking moments, both reluctant to stay and reluctant to leave.
Still he cares about her but trying to make an artificial "don't bother" program work.

Everyone were just designed to their life. It's that one person needing to hold on to someone, being afraid but just expecting the love they needed and wanted which they already know they can't get. It's just someone who want to hold on to the love they believed to be deserved they are not coward or anything. It's just their limbs where cut off due to the past haunting them even in the present not even able to know how to get rid of it, making it pierce their life. Don't just take them that easy.

In the beginning, I thought my feelings were over. But when I spoke to her after few days, partially....somewhere I came to know that it's just a period of time that kept her away from me. I still experience the every ounce of second of moments that kept crawling into my heart and mind. She's still every where, where I kept being busy-bee.
I lost my feelings. Now, she held them.
I lost my trust. Now, she held it.
Somewhere, we were in love.

A boy said :
Only my phone keyboard knows the msgs I backspaced.
A man said :
Only my heart knows the feelings I backspaced.
And he shattered into tears falling into her dead arms biding farewell.

We never know what comes next.
Maybe Three gerberas waiting for you either to meet you at your favorite place or at your grave.

Sometimes you can't disagree something and you can't agree with something in case of your loved ones. You can't disagree with them because they said that they have other people making them happy so that they want us to believe that they are happy there. You can't agree with them because once upon a time  you were the only one in that place making them happy and that, makes you feel miserable.

I might sound selfish but, It's not about having the most opinions; I just want to be the only one that matters to you.

I realized myself staring at you. I, myself, liked the way I used admire you. I liked the way that I used to outline your features with my eyes even you are not aware how beautiful you are in your own way. I didn't know until, when I read in the novels that features can be mattered too. My eyes used to be glistening worried about our future. Apart. I hoped those moments would be cherished forever.

He flashed into my life like a torch, flickering with moments of both sweetest and crumpled. Love of the life can't be the one that we should be aware of. What if he was both monstrous and generous? People could call me overcautious. Slipping into my path of thrones could make people taste his bitterness spreading into my entire life. But, no. They don't ever wanna poke his eye because he shields himself with his artificial "gentleman" mask.

I called you.
Got poor connection.
From YOU.

If I'm your gaze, you're my attention.
If I'm your star, you're my obsession.
If I'm your one particular song, you're my whole playlist.
If I'm your glimpse, you're my whole movie.
If I'm your swaraa, you're my sangeetham.
If I'm you're sight, you're my eyes.

I'm hating it again and again. I'm tired of being the third wheel. I'm clearly allowing myself to hurt again and again. I'm not gaining anything from it. Instead losing all my self respect coz I'm the one who approached and I'm the self reason for this hurting. I'm not hating anyone but i hate the situations throwing me into such a path which really doesn't need me. Telling this to anyone doesn't make a difference.
And I don't mean anything to anyone in this path.

Things weren't same as before.
You have really mastered it well in turning one's feelings to numb.
Can't feel the pureness anymore.

We've got our situation to "Those days were ours". Lost my connection with you already but pretending that you are paying attention to me is what scaring me. I'm really not at all ready to express my feelings to you anymore. I'M LITERALLY TIRED. I'm not going to let me be the fool again.

I wonder how you enjoy music.
I wonder how you look like while smiling.
I wonder how you talk at our first encounter.
I wonder how many ways you are searching to seek me.
I wonder what scenarios you are letting go through your mind.
I wonder how many times you think of me.
I wonder how admiring you are.
I wonder how you can carry my gaze with such gentle eyes.

Waiting for you is the least expected thing for me. But right now, that's what I'm doing.
So desperate to let myself soak in your presence filled with heartfelt feelings.
Let your eyes find my eyes deep inside. Let your raw breath be the breath I feel. Let your moustache be the reason for the pain of my philtrum.
Let your soft lips caress my earline.

I think we need to break down at least for once. Would be strange.. But yes, just a matter of fact. It's the only way that you can know your pain and how much you've been through. Better divulge it, rather than letting your pain weigh on others.

At certain points, you'll meet someone who will directly put a shovel into your heart digging all your sorrows. Instead of vacuuming up your sorrows, they will make sure to be well-sowed.

I think love is not only about caring but also letting them face challenges on their ownself believing in their capabilities.

Just aching my heart you being back the same once you used to be.
Feeling so hard that I'm helping myself out from the obviousness.
Strangling between the past imagination and the present reality.
Laying my eyes at distance reminds me of lying to you with my deceiving eyes on you while stepping into the acquaintance of love together.

I think "Weak" has 2 sections
1. Happy weak
2. Sad weak
Happy weak is mentally dedicating yourself to someone and allowing them to get control of yourself.
Sad weak is making a strong disclosure of weakening yourself

Maybe love is not loving their choices for them, but loving their choices more wholeheartedly as it is ours.

Some throwbacks are hard.
Did you leave just like that?
Don't know but just determined to keep that sadness in me just like the love that I had treasured for you.

In my opinion,
Truths are just like atoms.
They can neither be created nor destroyed.
They just happen to be. That's all.

The feelings arousing between us are the chains of currents that are melting into one another with an intensity of pleasure, reaching the peak point of the sea, spreading like the peacock feathers giving a whole view of sea currents in the pattern of flower-petal base surface.

Music is the knot that ties between our imaginations and the person.
Ties may be knotted at your worst and your happiest too.

It's been a long time.
The vibes I had with you, came back hitting my nerves a perfect sync reverberating the same sound I had heard from my heart when I am acquainted to you.
This is making me zone out for hours.
I am not in need of this again.
I want to give myself to me.
The dome of my patience is slowly breaking down.
The insignificant hateness gonna sprout rapidly which I didn't mean to grow in my garden of life.

Each of my eyes are simply veiled in the golden sight of you.

Know how to save an argument, but not how to get saved from an argument.

Throughout my 3 years, I eventually got lost myself and found my new one too at the same time. I just want to cry one more time for my gang. Just flawless. I don't want to end this bond with this meeting. Wherever and however we are, nothing changes between us.
Once upon a time, I insisted on going to hostel. After all these years, I realized that I am a total *******. Without them, I may not know how to make memories. I love their effort of making me smile. No.. no... laugh. We laugh our hearts out. Harder. Just find some people who are just so pure.

Whatever the relationship maybe, one has to take the worry of the other. We can't expect what comes and goes out of our life. We expect the least and the opposite. Loving may also come with the leaving. Not all the expectations come true. Learn to live the life to the fullest. Hold your hearts to the loudest who can listen to you in a room full of chaos. Go through every phase that meant you to be together. Don't hope for anything but love the journey of 'Throughout the way'.

Just like winter, you made me grow colder and darker.

Teen? Just hard to hold feelings.
Adulthood, hits wholly different where you can't even figure out own feelings and hardwork you made through out your day. The effort we make on our work gets us a delay feeling which is not true. No more time to play with the stones we used to play for fun. Loneliness shows us a great taste even we are in a bunch. Heart feels the confusion phase.
Mental health?......Nah! You can understand dear.

One day the feel that pierces your heart when you just come to know that your loved one doesn't feel for you anymore.

Until - The word which tells us either a sad story or a merry one.

Reluctant desire drags us to a position where we can only feel the "I can't ,but I should." principle.

You know what, waiting is a precious one.
Waiting worth only few people who doesn't just parrotout feelings.
Few go deep into people, search for their presence, and they truly miss them.

Do you really think that I'm an unsolved puzzle piece in your life?.
You know what, I can mold myself to become a part of your life.
Adjusting each and every centimeter long of my thought involves you.
No matter how my life turns into, but I will be here for you every second.
My mistake always reaches into my diary whenever I thought I'd hurt you.
I find myself guilty even if it is you, who should be the one to be guilty. Symbolizing I'm always a part of you.
I make situations to be in my favor whenever you wanted something, so that I solely can do it without bothering you, for you.
I can't bring myself a day leaving you.
Yet, I am an unsolved puzzle.

Me : I may not make your mood better. But I'll definitely ruin your mood.
He : But.....YOU are my only mood.

I know you put your atmost effort to make me comfortable and I'm aware of that. Don't even blame yourself. You are always happy with me and the same goes with me. Not much an expressive, but you donno that you are so much expressive towards me in your own way.

Those songs you shared me were definitely stood as the witness of our love.
They brought back the environment where you and I lived in our lil' balloon.
Every song was engraved by your name.
Each part of the songs gives me the special feeling of you.
No matter how many times I have heard, but doesn't fade away the way you made me feel it.