Someone, somewhere believes that they love someone in the same way I love you.
Someone, somewhere is watching their first movie together & are waiting in the queue.
Someone, somewhere is celebrating their first moment of holding hands.
Someone, somewhere is politely accepting the other’s whims and commands.  
Someone, somewhere is experiencing the rush of many butterflies twiddling in their stomach.
Someone, somewhere is kissed for the first time & is profoundly dumbstruck.
Someone, somewhere is being captivated by their thrilling dreams.
Someone, somewhere is waking up to screams.
Someone, somewhere is sharing their last kiss with the thought of no longer being together.
Someone, somewhere is wrapping their anniversary gift to spend many more years forever.
Someone, somewhere is watching an extraordinary sunset with no one by their side.
Someone, somewhere is cracking up, laughing on the stupid antics of a child.
Someone, somewhere is caught between falling in love with themselves and wishing they were someone else.
Someone, somewhere is packing their bags to see the world with someone else.
Someone, somewhere is dancing to ecstasy to the first text message of their crush.
Someone, somewhere is whispering sweet nothing’s to someone else. Someone, somewhere just blushed.
Someone, somewhere is staring at the peaceful face of the person sleeping by their side.
Someone, somewhere is awake the whole night to just watch this.
Someone, somewhere is pondering on the worth of their eyes, if it wasn't to see this.
Someone, somewhere is bleeding blank sheets, penning words that fail them.
Someone, somewhere just opened their eyes to a new landscape, a new sun.
Someone, somewhere is saying a new hello. Someone, somewhere is bidding an old goodbye.
Someone, somewhere is killing their flesh, their soul is with someone else.
Someone, somewhere is desperately wishing, craving with every petal of a red rose they throw, or tearing their eyelashes and renouncing it in the air, crossing the fingers of their left hand, then their right hand or stargazing on a starless night in a hope that a star will fall and they can pray for their some-one.
Someone, somewhere thinks they love someone else exactly like I love you.
*Someone, somewhere is entirely wrong.

Movies, Music and Musings
I **** my time with you.
Still,
Whenever I go to that parallel universe,
I can't help but think of YOU.
Your movies,
Your Music,
Your words were my musings.
Now, I am left with just some hazy memories.
They seem to fade away slowly,
But, I grab them tightly and cage them again.
This is the freedom I despise.
I strangle my last chance of moving on.
Sigh, I have a collection of dismantled almosts.
And this is where I live.
And this is where I shall die.

Do you choose to remain sad,
cry, and water the flowers?
OR
Get better and have them die?

"may my (pseudo) enemy deeply fall in love.

                                         and


                                                    may he never find it."

Let me start with his eyes.
Deep. Dark. And quiet.
His nose, which is crooked,
but he doesn't know.
The pout, his lips,
waiting to be kissed.
His lean torso.
His defined collar bone.
His skinny legs.
His warm hands.
His long fingers.
His straight back.
His dark brown hair.
every single strand of his hair.
His peaceful smile.
His many likes.
His few dislikes.
I love his imperfections.
I love his being.
His blessed existence.
His simple heart.
His beautiful mind.

I.... love him.
I really love him.

I just somehow do.
And I hate myself for it.

She believes in benevolent strangers.
She believes in seclusion,
She believes in chaos and confusion.
She can see the light at the end of the tunnel.
Knowing that it's a mirage,
She happily believes in the disillusion.

She believes in dreams, she believes in hope.
Even when the situations are too difficult to cope.

She is bubbly. She talks a lot.
Of random things, Of vague thoughts.

She asks - "Who art thou?"
Can you connect to your darkest, blackest fantasies & thoughts?
Have you made a life for yourself where you can feel them, experience them?
I have . . .

I believe
and
I am crazy.
I see a picture to what seems hazy.
Yes, I am odd.
But, I am free . . .