the biscuit I dip in tea gets soggy and falls before I eat it.
whatever I aim to throw in dustbin,
it fails.
the way I peel boiled eggs
more then half gets out with the skin.
If I try to cook something
it burns and even I can't recognise what I've made.
If I sit with coffee in my hands and write some poem,
unfortunately it falls on my books.
no matter with how much affection I carry a child,
they cry loud.
the day I deliberately want to have some non-veg food,
I come to aware that its Saturday.


am I the only one .......... having such a miserable life 😑

I've waited too long
for this last page

because

I've heard everything
gets better at last

Let's talk about wealth
.
.
.
.
.
.
how many true friends you have ?

I don't know why
but I keep scared
like
what if something happens to my mom in next five second,
what if my inspiration dies before I meet him,
what if something happens with me or
anyone I love,
how would I be surviving then,
this question makes me awake all night.

remember that day ?, you said you were home,
but I saw you at club, and you weren't alone.
you held her close, you kissed her neck,
I was yours, what the heck ?
I wanted to slap you and punch on your head,
at that moment I wished you were dead.
you did what you did for reason unknown,
and all the while I cut off to the bone.
the wound is now healing but the scars will remain,
how do I continue and still feel the same.
should I go or should I stay ?
as I always wonder what happened that day.
does anyone know,
this disgusting sorry will grow.
or just memories of feeling that have been torn away ?
how do I close my eyes to fact that you've thrown me away.

he don't want to keep feelings this way,
because each time he come closer as I move away.
he don't want to seem desperate or unwanted at all,
he just want me to catch him each time when he fall.
he's so tired of always being that first,
he want more that just but don't wanna get hurt.
and as I spill these simple rhyme,
his mind goes looking for me time by time.
why didn't I ask him to dance ?,
during that slow song of endless romance.
can't believe he knew me so well from the start,
now he feels pathetic when I mess with my heart.
he considers me ; I'm just a good day and a stormy night,
just another me that leads him to fright.

I never fell nor my towers of expectations ever fell,
but they always fell who tried to make me fall.


__unknown

#carryminati

You,
who say love is beautiful,
I wanna ask you,
Is your love new ?
because that's why it seems beautiful to you.

I wanna write so deep
that
everyone can read it
but
except you no one can understand it.

your memories are like stubborn  tenants
no matter how many times
I say to leave my heart
they refuse

today
when I was on my terrace
I was under my thoughts
someone came to me
he looked strange
because I never had seen him before
then I again went on my thoughts
he silently asked me ;
"have you ever waited for someone too long ?"
I replied
(with a long sighs)
"still...... I'm waiting"

never show your wounds,
here ;
people add salt.

should I slap you ?
should I abuse you ?
or should I complain you ?
tell me what should I do ?
because now you're being poisonesous
in my soul.

today
I'm gonna meet him






*
so at least
I could sleep

I wanna train my heart so much
that
if someone speaks your name
It should not beat at high.

don't get mad

from this dark colour

my friend !!

I had seen

many of these people

who get mad over

tea

not for milk.

can you just write me
in a book and keep it
safe
because I'm getting
too far
from your memories.

you said you'll be here at evening ...
what happened ?
do your city don't have evenings anymore ?


_unknown

everyday,
I let myself,
drink a glass,
of poison,
but the pain inside me,
never dies !!!

my heart's coffer
is filled with your memories
if someone exchanges for
KOHINOOR
I won't accept it

I can get even more mad
because you're too handsome

why didn't I ask him to dance ?
during that slow song of endless romance.

for decades
LOVE and TEA
where burning
on low flame
.
.
.
now they had become
famous

please
bring some poison



I've called my aspires
on  dinner

your memories are like
Fireworks,
I remember all of them .

he went away
after learning love
from me

now he'll love
forever
whoever she'll be

I kiss the part of my
love
which was so amaze
now it's being a
prison

with whom should I play
this festival of colours

who has changed his
own colours