When we stopped talking, I'd proposed that we should meet again at the same spot a year later where we'd first met. Mimicking the movie Before Sunrise. During this time, we won't talk. We won't meet. We didn't for the longest time, helping us get over each other. Then we met, at a literature festival. You were cold like the winter. I was hopeful like a loser. It wasn't the best meeting, when my hopes were trampled by your indifference. There wasn't an ounce of love in your eyes.
Once again, we meet tomorrow. You're showing me your city. You're going through a rough patch in your relationship, and I'm taken. What do I make of it? Maybe the way it has turned out so far tells the story. The promise of us was broken the moment we broke the promise of not meeting until a year later. Both single, hopefully. Why did we get in touch again, forsaking the wait. It has swallowed the concept of us. What used to be our dalliance has turned into a mere acquaintance, with words taking the place of possibility. Of replaceable replacements taking the place of benign belongingness. Of nothingness taking the place of infinity.-
We are never truly at war,
nor completely at peace.
Our lives revolve,
always anticipating the other.
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//missing piece//
A m ssing piece
is a p rt of con ndrum
like sn wflakes on
a chil ing morning
fre ze the air
on the pav ment
like you fre ze my
hea t with cold feelings.
Yet eve y morning
I wake up jol ed
in ant cipation
if at all y u cared to
ch nge your mind
and fill my h art
with wa mth of your touch.
- Rohan Srivastava
-
I exchange miles with memories
rewinding the tape of a mystery;
holding your breath on my neck;
barren lands and
dishevelled stars
do make up great stories.
On nights when the sky isn't sleepy enough,
I wait by the rivers of constellations
clinging to the red shirt
like it is the universe of your presence.
At a point in oblivion,
where the air smells of only
anticipation —
on nights when the sky isn't sleepy enough,
I wait
a little longer
than you;
for the light that's ours.-
Life is beautiful because of Human traits. Those who give are anticipated & those who don't are expected from. Don't give up on love.
-
Impinge your life with your strong deeds.
Don't anticipate for it to ensue.
Make it happen.
Create your own future.
Invent your own hope.
Create your own love possitively.
And whatever your confidence,
esteem your creator, not by
silently expecting for grace to
come down from upon high,
But by doing what you can do to
make grace happen (starting from now itself).
😎
-
Time Mimics The Turtle's Speed
When You Are Anticipating Something In Life.-
Don't wait for
the right time,
Because when
You are anticipated,
The clock has to show
your prime.-
How the wave
Kisses the sand
When it finally reaches
The shoreline;
How you and I meet
At that tiny,
Hidden juncture of time;
How you stare at me
With naught else
But love in your eyes.
Ah, darling,
A bit more
Of your patience;
Then, it'll be
The month of June
And I'll come running
Into your arms!-