Hey wait, if i know the way to "lose you" in a minute then why i will wait for eternity for that


Hey just stop, if we were here just to bone then why i will pretend to be in love with you


Hey listen, if we are waiting something perfect something "bigger" then why we are wasting time in this arguments pointing wet towels, promiscuousness and what not


Hey you, why we send random check in message if we can directly ping , wanna get laid even we are seperated

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I droped the ink on carpet
And it soaks it all and made your face
I tried to scrub it off
And now it's all over my hand
But this time it's not blue
Some shade of red which i can't confirm till it dries
I tried to wash it from my hands
But now it's all over sink
But its not regular red
Its scarlet one
I tried to rinse it from sink
But now it's all over my face
But it's pale white this time
And slowly what i can only see is nothing

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MY scars intrigues you. The way it holds me, embraces me, becomes part of my whole identity. All those ways which you can't or wouldn't be able to make me feel, it does. You wanted to know how exactly I got it and I told you a series of incidents of it happening to me. You said something might be wrong with my platelets lately that I bruise easily and I told you that it wasn't easy and understanding what's wrong goes beyond the concept of time and space . To all of me, my scars intrigues you, you can't see beyond it and I can't feel beyond it.
You run your fingers over it , wait for me to finch and I sigh in pleasure. And i whispered in your ear, my scars intrigue you , isn't it?

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कुछ मसाला था उनकी आँखो का
जो हम सुरमे के सबसे बड़े करोबारी हो गए
उन्हें पसंद रहा जीतना सब
हम उन पर गवा सब भिखारी हो गए

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Its weird how submarine went missing who used to take people to show wreck of titanic

Those people who came to see wrath from past

Became path themselves

What they would have felt

Nostalgia ?

Fear ?

Time travel ?

Humans always want to see destructions from so close

And sometimes those places stay in them

And sometimes they become those places themselves

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I am at a phase in life when a gazillion people I know are getting married, moving countries, committing to their passion and whatnot.
And here I am sitting with scattered pieces of puzzles all over the place. And I am picking them, catching my breath and sometimes I am losing those pieces like they weren't key to finishing this puzzle and again muffling my face on the pillow and screaming for that loss, later in the night. I know I have a lot on my plate and I can't survive this meal if I ordered what others are having. And why am I talking in metaphors ? Because being direct isn't what world can take from me right now and i don't want it to end so soon because i want to try every f***** cuisine of this very f***** planet ( maybe Elon and I have a date night on mars to try some cuisine there too, who knows) .

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Rolling on your side of bed
Sipping the froth from your coffee
Kissing you goodbye in lobby
Hugging you when i see you again
Playing with your half hung shirt button
And running away when it breaks
Eating all your favorite yogurt and cake
Painting your nails , doing your eyelashes when you are half awake
Putting ice cube on yours every scandalous place
Crying while you cry watching again that movie which i hate
Hiding your essentials so you can call my name again and again
Reading you poems when you are sick or missing your home fourth time in a week again
Doodling on your back and sometimes on your pretty face
Dancing without music anytime , anywhere with you like total insane
Instead of choosing thousand different people in this whole world, choosing you thousand time , again and again

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You came home after years
They said it's miracle of you returning
I should have hugged you
But in all those years
I forgot you
And all i wanted to forget you in beginning
And try to remember everything when you were about to slip away
I should be happy of your home coming
But all i can think is how my life once again tilted from root
Everything in me hoped you too return
Now everything in me resenting you
Maybe life without you was serene than life in fear of losing you in any moment
Now again you are walking in front of me like ticking bomb
And my ratialation plan is to walk away this time
From home , i once built with and without you

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Bazaar

He held my hands first time in moving traffic
And irony is i shook off mine in same
He was afraid some vehicle might kill me
But i was already bled sane death with daggers of his sharp words
People asks why only then
Can't you just try love again
I don't know who to sell heart in world
Where flesh sells with more heart
And flesh bought fortnight after gathering relatives and calling it nuptial

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Pen or gun ?
Pen over gun ?
Gun over Pen ?
My home had both
While i was growing up
Father side was pen
Mother side was gun
Father himself had his side with gun
I even once was close choosing gun
But then i grew fonder with pen
My sibling wanted to chose gun
But he has his way with pen too
So can you really ever choose between this too?
To stop using gun till last seconds you need pen
And once pen stops bleeding , gun needs to coronet

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