Life in words

You and me We are like opposite poles. Poles apart.

I don’t know how we managed this. 1 week without a fight. In 21 weeks.

You think that this world maintains harmony with the give and take principle.

But sometimes I sneak in from the lockset of the door

I see how you pretend that these walls are nothing but an asset of yours.

These boundaries are nothing but your coping skills to induce…

Sometimes I promise you  I will not be the same person again.

Sometimes I tell you stories about how much my dad loves my mom and promise you that we will just be like them. 

Sometimes i reckon’ that shattering voice when I am outside your door and I promise you to stay and never be the reason for it.

But I break promises 😦  and I do hurt you at times

But love, I want you to know that anger is a…

On most days, Real and perfect seem to me as opposite sides of a coin.

Baby, I try to give you all of me. Blood and sweat. Roses and sunny days… But sometimes, My scars get the better of me than the constant desire to be perfect.

Today that I have hurt you, I want you to know some snippets of my sadness.

It is hard for me to forget people. They are not things. They have hearts. And sometimes when…

People… We admire them for a number of reasons. On most days, Attraction finds anything but the soul.

My love, When I met you…

It was not like the movies. Neither was it like a sad song. (At least this time).

It was a journey i did not intend to travel for. I only knew i had to go somewhere…

I kept getting lost but only to find you. And me… To find me.

Funny because I have seen a lot of eyes. To…

Chance…

But the thing is My love,

We are all petrified. Its a test and no one wants to walk through the fire.

It dawns on us. Flattens us. To give someone the key to your heart again.

But it is worth a chance. Life is itself a chance, my love.

I know how the sky breaks apart and are soar sunken world heads into the sea. What is worse than a breaking heart when you know it…

Sometimes, all of us are…

Home, come back home…

I come back home, turn on the lights. And then, Turn them off. I remember. Distinctly. Dark was our favorite color. What else could give more gratitude for light.

I sit at the same place, I know the exact coordinates. Once again I am 5 feet away, from the front door. trying to console you, from the very same distance.

I start talking me, silly. Trying to make a joke work, like investing in your…

Remember the time when we were hanging out with friends at Rossco’s… You appealed along with the group for me to tell you guys about the girl I like.

You even got me to call India. Only to ask if I had a girlfriend there. Then all you guys started to hunt down my Facebook friend list.

Fun part, You grabbed a stethoscope ‘N’ just bought for her second semester to check which name will get my heart…