Naam Me Kya Rakha Hai?

Maybe once again I’ve made a wrong move,   The Cupid has struck the wrong two, And it’s me who’s gotten the blues to my sky, It was never his fault.  Maybe once again I am the only one To feel the way I do and my charm is not really working on him,  As it should. Because when I look into his eyes, I see myself but his body retracts,  We are opposites and I thought we attract.  Maybe the night I thought is the most beautiful day of my life,  Was just a moment that happened and had no meaning at all.  Maybe me skipping a beat at his touch was just like that,  Him feeling the rush was just like that.  Our first kiss, maybe it was too  A moment of weakness, that I mistook for a yes to the question in my head,  And maybe, just maybe all of this was my fairytale that happened after too long but a short one with no happily ever after ahead.  Maybe I’m too quick to judge? As things do not rush and I start to Panick if this book I’ve started to write ma

Fingers intertwined like the words in our mind. Too much to ask, too much to understand.  I want to say ‘yes’ to a question he never asked,  He said ‘yes’ with his eyes to many romantic tales in my head.  We promised without words,  We held our hearts on palm and closed it, just for a moment.  Our love or like or whatever special that makes us feel butterflies,  Is sure to go away in some time.  Windows will blow away the love and bring reality to our notice,  But still we want to indulge and immerse ourselves to the feeling of happiness we have in our tummy, which reflects right on our face when our eyes meet.  We never boast of it to be love, Nor we are rushing to name or tag this.  There are doubts, inhibitions and fears, natural to build-up.  But there’s an unknown trust, varied emotions, and fear of losing each other. He wants her to know his scars, good and bad,  She speaks her heart out whether love or the future with him that she will never h

Being a girl in this country is not easy, They always watch you,  They always do!  Whether you wear full length clothes, Or shorts or nothing, They will watch you, and have words to tag you.  When you talk to guys, they judge you, When you don't, they judge you,  They say they love you, but they don't, They want to just restrict you, Cut your wings, throat, and then say we will watch you,  They will do,  As they don't want you to run away from their control. They will pat on your back, And then Bitch behind it, They will judge you for what you are,  And try to guess what you're trying to hide, And even if they don't find something to talk about,  They will call you good for nothing,  They love you as you give in to their demands, They will watch you because that gives them power, Power to rule over you. They question 'what's wrong' and try to be their for you,  A day after you know your stories are goi

Sometimes I just wish to have a 'Hi' from you but I know it will give me hopes of you remembering me,  Sometimes I just wish you'd say, I remember the time we walked under the rain but I know you won't say it because then it will make me feel you too have had some emotions about the memories you called unnecessary at the time you were choosing to walk away.  Sometimes I wish you'd agree to meet me for a coffee.  But it scares me to meet you and not look into eyes because mine would definitely speak a lot more than you would want to read. Sometimes I wish I catch a glimpse of you as you'd be driving home. I peek into the cars, I assume are yours. But then I know this wouldn't happen anymore because you've changed your life directions and coarse.  Sometimes I wish all that happened, shouldn't have happened at all, But then it's the probably the moment when I had fallen in love to never rise again. Sometimes I wish I could j

I look out for you in crowd  But fear to confront Fear that one fine day I'll see you standing in front of me, With another girl, Happy. But pass me, without even a hi, While I'll gasp with realisation that it was over a decade ago. With a thought that I wasn't good enough for you  Or I was obsessed with idea to be perfect, And lost you in that process. I fear the things I've forgotten about us, That one encounter will bring back those disastrous moments I've not able to let go of  Will never be able to.  You've been wondering what is it That makes me want to stay with burned ashes of feelings we exchanged  I've not been able to search for the answer in years, You were right, it's obsession. Obsession of not believing the devil you turned out to be,  For finding the inner truth and kindness I fell for, But she becomes the Lucky one to have it.  God bless her. I fear to ask you out, Cause last time you gifted me