Many say that their loved ones are the MEDICINE to their wounds..
You aren't my medicine, you aren't even a bandage to me....but my WOUND...

Then : I have my writings and I have you
Now : I have my writings but not you.
The only thing permanent is my writings.
Things have gone so far.

Since today , I hardly think or write about you. Present,all I do is think about you. Totally crazy about you lately. My love for you is inevitable. It feels dramatic but it's true. I can give away whole myself to you. I always seek for your presence and I'm in need of it. I don't wanna get a thought of you, ignoring me and I'm scared of it. Reuniting all our memories back from our past ,I want another version of me,so that we can spend those moments again. At the intial phase of our acquaintance,I began to feel you with my writings,I never expected to this long-lasting my feelings for someone could be and this is the first time I had ever loved someone in my life. I wish I could be all the time with you likewise you know,it can't be like we supposed to hope of. I don't have any idea about how you feel for me. It's hard to realize that you aren't much expressive. Basically, as an introvert, I can't express much. But the love towards you,forces me to do so. So my feelings for you can be transparent without any dark spot. I don't want some third person to involve in our relationship. I just want 'You and Me'. I didn't realize myself that I will be this much sensible towards my loved ones,until I found you. I'm totally scared of,that one day I'll definitely break myself uncontrollably into tears leaving you and I also believe in myself and could rush into the present after all. I just want you in my shoes and see the atmost love for you,which I have been treasuring since our acquaintance. Initially, I was so selfish and desperate. Altogether being with you,puts me in the faith that our friendship lasts forever and ever. I'm sorry for being overprotective . I still doesn't blame myself for my possessiveness towards you because it's natural to a person towards their loved ones and I lately realized faith is also one of the most crucial element of a relationship.

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

Are you fond of the cracking sound of the heart?
Cause you keep breaking my heart..

When you are extremely sad and you suddenly find the key for your happiness, you might not feel happy at the very instant but, for the next second you will break into tears and vent out your entire sorrow.

It is a strange feeling, when someone sees you randomly and they instantaneously look at you one more time.

I'm sorry that  I can't be with you now. But I'm extremely missing you so muchhhh. Careers tied the knot separating you and me. Every tear coming from my eye got your name and feelings for you engraved within it. Crying doesn't mean you hurt me. But it signifies my happiness around you,with you. So let me express it for you. Love You.

Eye shots are hard to get over.
The heart throbbing moment, when you are stuck by your crush's eye hunt. But, you can't get your eyes out of those that haunt you by taking away all your senses out.

Yeah! It's been a year.
It's still not late to confess,
The raindrops splatter like a refreshment for a new life,
Roses attract my hands to take away them from those boring bouquets,
The clear road is giving me a path of excitement and confidence,
People passing by me are too busy and I swear to god that they will be missing my reaction of eagerness to approach you,
Calming picture of the clouds nourishing my mood,
Hair strands escaping through my fingers out,
Feathery air grazing my skin,
I'm not ready to take a huge yes either can't take a no,
Poetically composing my words makes me more than that a chucklehead,
The deepened feelings cramping my heart with love-passion,
My eyes waiting for the light striking of your looks,
My ears requesting for the only words that **** me with joy,
My nose is pleasing to breathe the only air you take in,
My lips commanding to knit with yours,
My cheeks wanting the muscle suppression of the my smile,
And finally waiting for my access to your life.

Having you by my side feels like a perfume.
Long-lasting.
Heartspread.
Silky.
Relaxed.
Sprinkling.

It's not that every person you love, deserved to be your best one from their side. They've their own priorities. They've their own life to lead. You must be aware of this. And no expectation kills you.

Evolving our pure emotions to someone who doesn't care is a whole waste.

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.

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.

She : What did I do?
He : That's what I'm asking. What enough did you do?

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.

Then: Your missed call made me worried.
Now : Your missed call makes me tense.

Cravings be like:
Feel
Presence
Patience
Sight
Touch
Remain.

Scrabbling something with my hands in the air.
Turning the twirls of my hair.
Enlargement of my pupil when getting into my sight.
Legs getting paralyzed when you just pass by me.
Flying my soul high when speaking with you.
Distracting myself from ever focusing work.
Proven wrong in escaping from the thoughts of you.
Finding the correct words to continue the convo.
Approaching every single chance to get your attention.
Mistakenly addressing you instead of someone and that sudden realization...

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

I don't want you but I just want me & my feelings towards you to remain forever.

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.

Sometimes it's a feeling like you can't get them out of your brain coz it knows that your heart still feel for them. But you should let yourself pull out and go on easy.

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.

Whatever the situations present, I still had my feelings for you only in the past and I don't regret. Even though we are disbanded, my feelings for you would remain in the past forever. I don't bother if you are connected to me at present but I'll always be connected to my feelings in the past.  
Do you know why I'm repeating the word feelings? Because you have none for me.

A moment.
The sound of busyness in the traffic.
The soothing fresh air touches my bunch of hair strands.
The warmthness of the morning sun
The sunshine scatters at the entrance.
Thoughts about how toxic some persons are.
Also how good our people had the urge to make us happy.
And how some people can go crazy about us.
Remainders of regrets.

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

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

Sometimes I used to stare at you and 'Ahhh..I'm gonna miss'.

Mine calling theirs?
Can't get enought courage to accept.

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.

Had a couple of chitchats. He expressed his dissatisfaction with her habit of sharing everything she had in her mind and heart with him. She said, "Whenever I conceal the pain in my heart, he dislikes it. Similarly, I dislike the sadness in his heart. So to prevent his aversion, I'm not going to let any sorrows into my heart and make hard to him."
"She is the best thing that ever happened in my life." he said with moist eyes. Once again, We were filled with a smile from the bottom of our hearts.

When it is something that you can finally get for me, then it is the last thing that I want it.

There were times that blamed me for leaving you alone. Sometimes they make me realize that you are valuable too. You are selfish too. You are trustworthy too. You are manageable too. You are destructive too. You are counted too. You are YOU which made my past forgotten TOO.

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

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

Someone whispered "She is Yours",
"She is already mine!", I chuckled.

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.

Deep down my heart is melting like a cheese when a hot knife put on.
Missing you with most sacred feelings holding back the weeping of my pupils.
Hating you was never my thing ever.
Studies. Made a hard choice.
Distance is a terrible thing.
Vacating from the imagination can't let me feel your presence.
Can't tell my little brain to stop this feed of nonstop thoughts of yours.
When can I again have your gaze on me?
When can I put my heart on yours while sleeping?
Missing wasn't my thing until you came.

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.

EXPERIENCE teaches us alot.
We gain the SICKLE.
S - Speed
I - Interest
C - Confidence
K - Knowledge
L- Language
E - Emotions .
They are all bound to be together while experiencing.

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.

You aren't my time pass, but I let my time pass only for you.

I just wanna travel with you atleast for one day,
Holding into your arms,
Leaning on your shoulder,
Experiencing the sweetness of the moments,
Holding the heaviness of joy in my heart,
The urge to feel your presence is irreplaceable,
I know that hugging is not your cup of tea but next time, I can't let you go away from me.

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

Eventually you grow into a new version of you, when the old you had a bloodsucking experience.

Caring you was my routine habit.
Sad ...that it is in the past tense.

Some hearts bleed what they ****!