Jul 2014
I lie down on my bed
with a book, I am not reading,
in front of me
There is a clear knock from the door
and I know, someone wants me
to open it
but I will not
I have not lied here to please people
I am in my regular
mood swings
contemplating about issue
which may appear so oblivious
to real eyes, but not
and this can result in another
end of world
Its not easy to deal with people
and there is hardly anyone
who can deal with my mood swings
But they are still mine
I open the door in the calmest way
with a grusome look
there is the person
that will make you go
all back in love
but I cannot understand
why is love such a beautiful thing
when all it offers is pain in the end
with a book, I am not reading,
in front of me
There is a clear knock from the door
and I know, someone wants me
to open it
but I will not
I have not lied here to please people
I am in my regular
mood swings
contemplating about issue
which may appear so oblivious
to real eyes, but not
and this can result in another
end of world
Its not easy to deal with people
and there is hardly anyone
who can deal with my mood swings
But they are still mine
I open the door in the calmest way
with a grusome look
there is the person
that will make you go
all back in love
but I cannot understand
why is love such a beautiful thing
when all it offers is pain in the end
Isn't he still love?
I stand at his door
Not knowing what else to do
Going over our conversation in my head
That we're never gonna go through
Yet I repeat it over and over and again
Because its what I always do
And the only thing I do best
Making up things in a tiny lobe of my brain,
Living every single moment of it
Until wake up slap of sheer disappointment takes everything
away Leaving me alone and utterly lost
Inbetween me and my scattered thoughts
Wondering if I just actually knocked at his door
But there he is,
He opens the door and blocks the way,
Reflecting untold stories and stories he doesn't want to tell
All in unintelligible waves
Yet I cannot help smiling back
At repulsion radiating off of his lips
And his calm cold stare
For isn't love such a beautiful thing
And just a pain in the end
(Thanks to Sneha for reply)
I stand at his door
Not knowing what else to do
Going over our conversation in my head
That we're never gonna go through
Yet I repeat it over and over and again
Because its what I always do
And the only thing I do best
Making up things in a tiny lobe of my brain,
Living every single moment of it
Until wake up slap of sheer disappointment takes everything
away Leaving me alone and utterly lost
Inbetween me and my scattered thoughts
Wondering if I just actually knocked at his door
But there he is,
He opens the door and blocks the way,
Reflecting untold stories and stories he doesn't want to tell
All in unintelligible waves
Yet I cannot help smiling back
At repulsion radiating off of his lips
And his calm cold stare
For isn't love such a beautiful thing
And just a pain in the end
(Thanks to Sneha for reply)
