You are a temporary person
who made permanent scares in my life
whose wounds are still so fresh
like a beaten flesh
Even now after everything
the excitement you give after a long time text
Is so fluttering
And then
you like and leave my message
Making me pale and drain again
Breaking this heart again and again
Now all i can do is
Embracing the imagination I had
Regretting the confession I made
Hating the fact which I hold
That i still make my heart to wait
Just for you!

i wish i could be a writer of my own character
who can cherish the happy
and abolish the sad moments as dream
still bearing the pain
getting the lesson to gain.

i wish i could be a writer of my own character
who can disappear at a threat
and pop in at an urge to meet
but again
wasting no vitality on the feet.
  
i wish i could be a writer of my own character
who can skip the casual boring days
or can pause on
some busy tiring nights,
just breath forgetting all fret.

i wish i could be a writer of my own character
who could wipe away people and garbage
and replace mind with some more savage,
add few more memories
and make a life of no worries.

i wish i could be a writer of my own character
who can make out any reality as an expectation
and expectation as an illusion,
removing regrets at least from the heads
just to lessen the sleepless nights.

but wait!
at the end
I can anyway be a writer to eligible
but can that book be a legible?

Sometimes all you need
is the same warmth in the hug you gave
the same care you shown on someone
same words you said to give strength
the same consolation you made

Sometimes all you need
is to get the same thing you gave
to someone on someday
which could make heart a better thing to have
and earth a better place to live....

Anything unlike normal
eventually feels sad and vulnerable
Perhaps ends up making people proud

Found herself
when she found out that she lost herself while chasing

DAYS ARE LONGER
BUT YEARS ARE SHORT