You and me
The one who thought we deserved the best
Have realized that
Perhaps the best is
Imperfect.

Whats the best?

Let me touch you today
Your past
Your present
Your future
Let me brush over your bruises today
Let me hold your
Tears.
Let me cage your smile today
Your joy
Your grin
Your laugh
Let me remind you of your childhood today
Let me take you back to your forgotten toy.
Let me sing your sorrows today
Your cries
Your pain
Your turmoil
Let me narrate the strength you portrayed
While battling with the worldly lies.
Let me replay your desires today
Your dreams
Your ambitions
Your needs
Let me walk you through how hard you worked
For everything you achieved.
Let me
Dear older one
Take you to
Infinity

About Life

You will be loved
Loved deeply, by a poet,
You will be narrated
In a verse
And be flattered by its complexity
You will fall for his honest rhyme
And drown in the melody of his singing words
You would want to curl in the meter
Of his thoughts
And hunt for his raw desires
You will be loved
Deeply, honestly and plainly,
By a poet.

It's not that I have lost faith and trust over the world
It's just that
I have learnt to not show the depth of the same
It's just that
I have learnt to act neutral
Don't mistake me
For I am not pretending
I am just hiding the scares
Of my honest past.

Deep down
I want to jump and dance the way I used to
But then I fear the joy to be caught
By the eyes of hollow love
And break me into infinite pieces
And leave me
Paralyzed

Under the moonlight
As the breeze plays with my loose hair
I want to listen to your tales of honest turmoil
I want to smile over the awkward silences the two of us have to encounter
I want to allow the calm to sink into our soul
And tickle the bruised emotions
I want to feel the comfort of another presence
I want to do all of it
All of it! Under the moonlight.

Love beneath the lighted dark

I was an extrovert
Before I unraveled the mystery behind the sugar dipped smiles
Before I analysed the well spoken lies;
Before i discovered the hypocrisy of a good gesture
Before I learnt about the phony luxuries pleasures;
Before I heard the tale of overrated love
Before I saw the laugh devilishly hiding the hurt;
Before I noticed the dishonesty of scared friendships
Before I pictured the fate of shallow relationships.
I was an extrovert!
For I believed in expressed words!
For I never felt
The calm peace experienced by an introvert.

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