Frozen Words

It happened As slowly as spring gives itself into the fall It happened As lightly as snow falls on the ground The thing is It was not supposed to happen He was not meant to be the one Who sweeps me off my feet He was not meant to be The only one who makes me the happiest He was supposed to be still As still as an island far away from one's sight He was supposed to stay hidden Like a wish I made but never told it to the stars Instead He was a river Flowing and flowing and never letting anything stop him He was the face I saw When I used to talk about the things I'd love to write about He was the calm waves every sunrise would bring in He was everything I told myself to stay away from And yet I couldn't That was my fault His magnetic force attracting Every fibre, every drop of blood in my body And I could not say no I couldn't look in those eyes And see nothing because There was always something there Something so wrong yet right So wild ye...

I wish there was a way. A way to see myself a day before I met you, so I can warn her about all the butterflies that will turn into dust in no time. A way to tell her not to get lost in those honey brown eyes and not let their sweetness melt the walls built around the heart at that instant. But there isn't. Of course. How foolish of me to even think about this. But then again, it was my fooled heart that kept hoping for things to get well between you and I, that kept hoping for you and I to become 'us'. It didn't know how difficult it was going to be to get myself stand back up on my feet after that fall.  I know I should have known about that 'X' mark my heart made right where you stood...  I know it wasn't ready for the world I was about to enter after you.    After .  Don't get me wrong But we knew what we were walking into,  We assumed the path was an easy ride So we let our hearts control me & you.  I'm sorry but I tried to make  some sen...

Hurts, doesn't it? To end the chapter you wanted to keep rereading, you wanted to keep writing, you wasted too much energy on that now you don't even have energy to flip the page? I think the answer, even though we all know it already, doesn't really matter. It shouldn't matter. Why be stuck in place if you have a whole world out there that's waiting for you to show the things you've have never seen before? I guess for me, it was because I found everything I was looking for in him.. When I looked at him, it didn't feel like I was missing out on anything. But Why take the reckless fall even after knowing how many stitches your heart is going to get in the end? Maybe because I wanted to feel the pain. The pain that would make me go down on my knees, praying for this to end, praying for this to just stop...stop for a minute and go numb and feel nothing at all. Maybe I wanted to feel the pain because I thought it would make me hate him. But how can I hate him if...

Time is a funny thing, isn’t it? I am a firm believer that everything comes to you at the right time and I think that is the only thing that keeps my head held up high and my heart safe. If I never knew about this ‘right time’, I never would have understood why some events took place in my life, why things that broke my heart also gave me a nudge that I needed to move forward. I read so many quotes about how time heals everything. I think that’s not true. In a sense? Yes. I think as time passes, many things in your life lead you to be the stronger person with a tough heart that has its doors locked and windows slightly opened. As time passes, everything just makes sense and even though, it doesn’t end the pain, it sure does help you to numb it. The following poem is called ‘Time to Time’. It’s about how I, even though I know I shouldn’t, still think about him. like he’s a place I can’t escape, a book that doesn’t end or a poem that is so beautifully complex that I have reread it over...

Two Different Worlds. We live in two different worlds,  Miles and miles away from each other.  Looking at the same moon,  But under different time, different weather.  Do you ever think of a place? That lives in the deepest part of your mind...  A place that has been reserved For you and the one, you are yet to find? Million questions like these I tell the moon to ask you for me.  Still every night, it comes with no answers Says you never gave it a chance to speak.  I wonder what  You must be telling the moon.  Will you tell me those things When I'll meet you? Will I ask you the same questions That I do every night? Or will I just let them find the answers on their own,  And drown in your ocean green eyes? 

Isn't it nice that you can love someone for who they are? Like, you know they won't be perfect because no one is. But for you, that person is just everything you ever wanted to complete your life. There are times when you feel like that person might not be the one, that he might hurt you one day but then your heart tells you that it's never going to happen because he is the one. He is what you will need at the darkest times, on the brightest day. He is the only one who will be there when you are at your worst and when you are at your best. It's wonderful how your heart can be so sure of something that your mind has doubts about. Someone I really love once said, "No matter what, always listen to your heart. Because your mind knows everyone and everything but your heart knows only you." The following poem is something I wrote yesterday because I just had this sudden urge to tell him how much I want to hold my hopes high because of him and how bad I want to los...

I heard goodbyes are always bittersweet. They come without warning and live with us for the rest of our lives in our memories or maybe, if you are someone like me, they get out. Out of your mind, out of the bounds we set for that kind of pain. I heard people always find it hard to move on. It's natural. Of course, forgetting the memories, colour of his eyes or the way he made you smile is hard and your mind becomes so cruel in that period of time because it replays all the shattered broken promises. It replays the moments you don’t want to remember. The following poem is about how you realize that you are attached to him in every aspect of your life, how even changing your perspective won’t help you to move on, it’s about how you start to notice every the detail in nature just to take your mind off him but even that reminds you of him. The following poem is something that happens when your heart decides to go against your mind and keeps him forever within. ALMOST. The...

A few days back, I was going through an old file I kept with all the letters to my future self and while reading those, I felt like this is crazy. A good kind of crazy. I mean, did I know that there will come a time when I will need those words I wrote a year ago without knowing anything about where I will be in a year or so? It feels really amazing to read it now, feels like I knew I am going to need this. That is when I got the idea to write a poem for the 'old' me. Now, I am 18. So, as a teenager, there are many things which could've gone wrong, which changed me completely. But I want to thank that me who went through everything and still stayed true to herself. There are many things I wish I knew before, many things I wish I told myself but that doesn't mean I regret not knowing them at that time. I listed a few things in the poem below. Things I want her to know, things I want her to believe, things I want her to see and things I wanted her to feel. Dear Old Me...

This is for the ones who are not here anymore. For the ones who gave you so many memories, for the ones who shared million laughs with you and the ones who were there standing by your side. Losing someone is never easy. At that time, you want to hold onto false hope that maybe this all is just a lie. You hope that this is just a nightmare. And you don't believe the truth. Your mind already knows it but your heart never wants to accept it. But then after a while it hits you. So hard. And you just stare at nothing replaying every single time you saw that someone, every single thing you talked about. You read the old texts, you see the call history, you look for them in crowd even after knowing that it's of no use, you look at the stars and wish so many times for them to come back but you know the truth and trust me, you will accept it... it just takes time.  See, after accepting the truth, you start to notice their presence in your heart. You start to realize that they never lef...