I left you long ago temporarily
But what is the use.
You keep crawling back to me
Like a drug asking me to have more of you
For heaven sake i don't know whether to install you or despise you
How could i control my eagerness
You devilish technology game
What can i do, how long can hold myself from you...

Sometimes i wondered i can do miracles overnight
But now that i see at that, the reality
It tells me who i am and what i can be.
Isn't it hope that gets us to great heights?
So should i positively motivate myself with my beliefs
or keep my hopes down to keep up with reality?
I wonder.
I wonder.

Relive your old memories
Good memories give you happiness
Bad memories give you pain
Life is a combination of pain & pleasure
Bury yourself with good ones
Let the bad ones drain themselves out
Don't dwell in places that drains you out.

Years and months of tidy weather.
A sunny and partly sandy time
Where did it all go? The breath?
There was no rain on my heart!
There was no greeny leaves on my garden
Like the desert with deserted heart
Then there was a rainy cyclone
It poured out with a thundering storm
The first day storm was cool and calm.
The second day was with heavy lightening
Why does it sound like thunder & blow like a lightening
There grew a little tiny seed inside the sand
The wet, rainy, eroded sand gave a little light of life.
The patchwork of the untamed desert;
The cyclone doesn't last long, knew the desert;
Could it be more alluring & enduring?
Do you say no to a thunder storm on a desert?
The desert cooled and calmed.
The rays of hopes & the pointy days with blacky clouds
Cloude move but not the rain;
Everyday it rained; somedays were sunny;
Desert knew the rain will stop one day.
But it started believing that the rain will last.
On a day when the rain went to the deepest of the sands.
How could there be water on a unwatered area?
Melted the poor sunny day light desert.
Then the subsequent day it stopped raining suddenly;
It was all sunny, dry and hot again.
But it was not like the time before the cyclone.
There was wet in the deep sand.
There was a leefy seed with blossomed flower;
All of them in despair, in confusion, terror.
It was a catastrophe for the desert's soul.
The cyclone will never know what made this catastrophe;
For it never looked back at the desert's aftermath;
The desert got the new ray of acceptance;
It actually grew and groomed, made more of itself;
Spread more cacti, cactus & wildflowers;
It was dry on daylight & cool at night;
The stars & the sun grew brighter on the desert.
The desert started making more of sandstorms & laughed;
It was what it was & what it will be with or without the rain.
The desert know that now. It's a good thought;
The desert  is overwhelmed with joy & happiness;
For it will find it's own companion one day who stays;
But the desert thought sometimes;
"one last time, will you rain again?"

For there are millions of place I've been since birth
You are still my favourite; You make me feel home.
Though we are apart from each other for months & years;
when i step in, you make me feel warm & secure;
Like a dream guy for any girl; the cozy & closeness.
The staircases, the benches in & out will narrate stories.
Just like a friend a guy friend for a girl;
Always running into you on weekends;
The ice creams, the movies, the shopping on Soch;
There are still many changes in you;
From a classy friend to a funky type
Still why do I keep choosing you?
why is that you have a part of me in you?
Aren't you an artificial space? A building?
The charm and comfort on all seasons.
You have seen different phases here.
All i want to say is I love you my dear Forum Mall!!!

Oh god! you never get worn out
The moments of the days and nights.
When i think anything excessively personal;
Exclusively romantic; all i see is you!
When i make my further move on my life;
You get in like an unwashable memory.
Sometimes it's just glimpse of expectation!
The day you stopped talking was the day i started trusting.
I was unwilling, aggressive , little flirty:
you perked into my little heart
Poached out the future memories with your face.
Your ugly little face, still it's the one i found attractive;
You impeccable, imbecile , ignorant ugly liar;
For what you missed was out in words in air.
Once from your mouth, now in my hands;
How did you manage to poach into my future photos?
You ***** liar; Daydreams are all about you!
Better daydreams than expectation in reality;
For there is a reason they are called daydreams.