Frozen Words

I sometimes wonder how many poems, stories will be there that never got an end? That never were given attention and were just abandoned? What happened to them? Are they still somewhere waiting to be looked at? Are they still in some corner of a house collecting dust? Can you imagine how many masterpieces, legendary lines, golden pages would be there just waiting to be found by someone? How many love stories, tragedies would be there willing to be shared but no one to bring them out in the world? I feel sad for all the letters that were never sent to the right address, for the half-written pages that just sat there on the table, words of which consumed in spilt ink and stained tears. I feel sad for the ones who never received their letters, who never got to know about the love that was dying slowly yet was living and breathing for one reason, the love that was yet to begin, that was hoping to begin. Do you want to know how I feel about you? That is how. If you read all the unsent lett...

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...

I heard sometimes you have to let things be. You can’t push it, you can’t stop whatever’s going to happen, you just have to tell yourself to let it go, to let that thought have a life of its own. But what do you do when the thought is about someone you can’t get out of your head? Are you supposed to let that weirdly familiar feeling stay in your heart and just let it help you breathe? I can’t help but think what if this is all there ever was? What if this is it? What if the one I want was only meant to make a home in my heart without letting me enter in his? What if, for him, I am just a girl who he thinks he met a few weeks back and for me, he is everything I ever wanted? So, to sum up everything I feel, everything I wish I could tell him, I wrote this letter. A letter I hope he finds and gets to know everything I can’t bring myself to say out loud. A letter that maybe will flip the page and help me begin this chapter of my life… Dear you, I want to confess a few things. So, rea...

How hard can it be? To love a stranger? I don't know why but I'd like to give this a thought. Can you love someone at first sight? Can you feel this insanely familiar feeling just when you hear their voice? Is it possible to have that someone in your thoughts constantly so that it doesn't even feel like you actually don't know each other at all? Now, there are billion other questions like this and answer to each of them depends on you and that stranger your heart knows already.  Loving a stranger is something I never wanted to think about, I always wanted to keep it aside because I don't think you can keep someone you only saw once in your thoughts. To be honest a stranger doesn't have to be someone you only saw once and never again. It can be someone you see every day and you even talk to that person and still, even after all the things you try, there is nothing you know about him. There is nothing you can do to make him realise how crazy you are just to be the...

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?