Ever wondered how does that person breaks who is second? The one who couldn't win because he missed with a few points? The one who is left behind because he didn't compare to the winner? No, and his devastation is the biggest heartbreak because he was everything the winner was, and just a little less, and the greatest loss felt is by him and not the person last in race. His determination was that of winner and yet no one's going to remember him but only the winner

Yes,
I recognise, there is a need in this world. And this world is trenching, parched and suffocated. It asks for us, to be more negotiable, not just to the world but to ourself. Why, do we have to seem to be so strong, and so brave, so fearless and so precious and outnumbered. Why we always have to be unnegotiable to ourselves and flogg ourselves with intangible instruments of unwanted emotions like guilt ,remorse, anger ,suspicion ,doubt , helplessness. Why, you don't have to. Why not just be raw?
You could be original, you could make deals with yourself, you could balance emotions. The world didn't make it perfect, did it? Do you see the world perfect?
You see creases, valleys , beaches ,sand,mountain and you see crestfalls, hollowness, drowsiness in depts don't you?
The world never asked you to be perfect, you asked something so lame for yourself .
Do you realise even , that if you became oh so perfect (which you can not) you won't even recognise yourself?
This world we have changed, asked better for us.
We tranced our evolution for living better .
But what transformation we want to bring makes us whirl down an empty harsh road to self destruct where a person forgets to evolove to live better life, instead all he does is altogether stop.
Give your world a life.
Give yourself a meaning you know you want.
Be original.
Be you.

Something's just fall right away, without your prior notice without any warnings. You stand there fazed,undoubtedly dubious and straining to comprehend what is happening around you. You are expected to react, to show rage, disappointment, frustration, anguish, anxiety anything. The person is waiting for you to listen to their version of explanation writhing with guilt and anticipation. You though are stricken by some uncanny force which had ****** all your senses and the world is spinning in an instant blur and for you only one thing is clear - that nothing is clear .
You dwell on memories then, trying to find any spare strand of memory which hints,points, accuses of a possible future like present. Anything to say that you weren't this ignorant, that somewhere you were warned.

I don't know why now, however I was gazing at this picture in which I was dressed in a black dress and your arms are snaked around my waist, my head inched towards your shoulder and your gaze falling on me,  and suddenly it seemed so agonisingly pleasant how happy I was in that moment. And somehow all that happened between us didn't mattered looking at the picture, yes we aren't together now. In that frozen moment you holded me and I would have preferred no one else. In that snapped picture it was you and me for each other , loving ,caring , filled with affection . that moment captured in the photograph , I realised will remain like that always, that in that picture you and me will remain forever, lasting till it needs to fade, persisting in memory , in frozen times, in pictures ,in stares.
So maybe we are over now, but in some plane where there is no reason you and I still exist together, where there is no need for explanations, of lost love and evaporate feelings. Where you and I will last forever.

You see sometimes you don't want words to describe you, what you desire is to feel it simply because writing it would mean giving it a shape, a form ,an account. And you don't want that. All you want is to seize what the moment is embracing you in. Giving it words means to define it,to be able to put it in words which makes the overwhelming mess small, and you can't give words to something that is indescribable, larger than life. So maybe that's why we don't write everything. Some things just lives in that moments and like  fireworks burns brighter than fire enlighing your whole dark life and then dies in that instance, both defying and denying the night of your impending life.

You see sometimes you don't want words to describe you, what you desire is to feel it simply because writing it would mean giving it a shape, a form ,an account. And you don't want that. All you want is to seize what the moment is embracing you in. Giving it words means to define it,to be able to put it in words which makes the overwhelming mess small, and you can't give words to something that is indescribable, larger than life. So maybe that's why we don't write everything. Some things just lives in that moments and like  fireworks burns brighter than fire enlighing your whole dark life and then dies in that instance, both defying and denying the night of your impending life.

If I asked you to stay
Would you rather let me?
If I wished to blow all the troubles away
Would you rather blow with me?
If I told you that my heart skipped beats
Would you rather say yours do too?
If I jump yelling I love you
Would you rather kiss me thank you?
If I hug you with unbeatable happiness
Would you rather wrap your arms around me?
If whispered never let me go
Would you rather lock the door?

You care about her.
In a way that would melt the stonness of any fine heart.
You look at her like the way any girl would give away possessions to be looked at.
You beleive in her.
Like there is nothing that doesn't stop you from doing so.
You love her.
Like she is the only one that could ever be loved and worth the hope for.

Every single thing has a beginning
Ecah consonant starts with a single star
Every matter  pulps from atoms
Each dream errupts from a single hope
Just like that
You grow with the beginning
From the first cry
Your first smile
The little frown of your yawn
Gazing the dream like nights
Thinking of the mystical feelings
Everything has a start
And so do you.
It palpalates into your demons
It creates your angels
It beats your heart
It aches your muscles
It dwells on your liberty
It suffocates your laughter
It  propounds your ecasty
It needs you
It helps you
It eats you
It parasites you.
Thing is
You let it.

Click.
Arms around with a profound smile
Pearl teeth reflecting happytimes
Click
Blanketed now,anchored to my bed
Alone and this time no shine

Clear like blue cotton sky your eyes
Perfect like truth your smile
Temptation of your sugarcoated words
Marshmallow soft full your lips
How could have I simply be in a corner?
And resist myself to not touch
What I loved , you.

Like the new morning glory
Your candle lit up face brightened me
The whispered words buttered me
Like the softness of peach
Your fluttering touch melted me
Like a burning wax

Barging through the air
Whipped the breath out of me
Call me I wished you could save me
Your hair brought the shade of sweetness
How could I have simply be in a corner?
And resist myself not to do the only thing
I do? Love you.

Though you are cold in earth
And sky cries with screams and tears
Its me who feels sick
Graved alive.

The time sways
Forth and back
Through the light
Happiness shines
Smiling bright
Everything that felt fine
Now are crowded in a sack
Closed, taped, not my way
It kills me,little slow deaths
To have them go with
A part of me alive
Why do the cure of emptyness
Has to have an end
Left with that painless ache
That creates a hole deep in pain
A member lost in my chaos
Returned by their ignorance
In the place which thy fitted
Now asks for coverage
It can't even be masked
For they cutted it broad and wide
It kills me,little slow deaths
To have them go
With a part of me alive.
That they never feel
How my elated heart smiled
When their smiles were around
They never cared for what
I gave up in the flick of eyes
Mesmerised by the sunkissed times
All they did was,
Find the ink to my page
And filled me up with their
Promising words
All they did then was
Give up on me
When they found that
I was filled up to brimm
So they took away me from me
With some that belonged there's
And with some that I never cared.
All they did was left me bereft.

I believed in what I had you
In roses that smelled of romance
And chocolate that fragrances the smile
I thought that you swept me from my feet
So high that I didn't wanted to touch grounds
You plucked me from the garden of several
You talked with sluttering steps
And I was read like an untold book
I believed I am going to have you forever
Those restless pretty smiles you passed
In the middle of now where
I had felt my heart blow like balloons
Feeling your watching eyes on me
The quiet shy gazes
The night goodbyes
It fleets through the sunny days
Glories the midnight dark
I believed in everything you had to give
The fire you started in me
The passion which burned me
Times immemorial stand
On paths that never ends
Those blurry happiness on lips
As the fingers tangled in yours
I believed in how you  touched me
And it would feel like clouds
Or how it sensed my love
As it lingered on the softness
On my collorbone
As it rises and falls
Or how my lips would breathe out
As your kisses unnerved me
I believed in how you loved me
I believed in how I loved you