Dreams and wishes

I have dreamt about flying the high skies, 
I have wished to travel the world. 

I have dreamt about meeting new people and weaving new stories. 
I have wished to experience the unknown and live a life that others have wished for. 

Until I met you.

Now, of all my wishes and dreams, you are the one I hope comes true.

Moments

Moments

You will find them lurking in a corner, hiding, waiting to catch you by surprise.

You’ll find them in a smile or a glance,

in a familiar scent in the air or a hand that helps you cross the road,

in a friend’s laugh, a lover’s touch,

in an unintentional braze, in a passionate kiss.

Moments

When you find them, these little moments, tucked away only to pop up in different phases of your life,

You stay. You wonder where it had been all along but you give up, because you are living in the moment,

You want forevers, you want promises, you want a life made out of all these moments carefully strung together.

You close your eyes and in an instant, live all of your dreams.

But that’s the thing about them.

They are moments. Open your eyes and they are gone.

Little do you know

Little do you know of the words that have been left unsaid

Our song plays in the background and I find you looking at me.

In that moment, we relive our past, but the song fades away and so does your gaze.

Little do you know that I have been holding on

I see you holding her hand, I fight back the tears.

You ask me if I’m alright, I say I’m fine as I have always been.

Little do you know that I want more

You say we are friends, best friends.

I wait for you to see us, the way I do, without any complexities, but just two souls lost in each other.

Little do you know about all the things I have to say to you.

You were a moment in time, but a memory that lasts forever.

We lasted for too short a time, but enough for me to remember you for long.

Little do you know about what I feel for you.

I’m left with a wounded heart but no bandages to cover the bruise

The pain refuses to leave, but I'm tired now.

Little do I know that it’s time to let go.

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"Call me when you’re happy again."

"And what if that takes too long?"

"Then I’ll call."

-          Haruki Murakami

In the darkness of the night, when you’re bogged down by the shackles of the past and think that it’s too difficult to move ahead, I’ll sit beside you and just, stay till you need me.

On days when sickness takes over that smile that otherwise brightens up a room, I’ll nurse you till you rise back up again.

When anger has clouded your voice of reason, I’ll not force you to see the truth but guide you to see sense.

During those times when you feel stupid because people put you down, I’ll show you the way I see you, an indomitable spirit that can only soar higher.

After all of those nights of shared happiness and sadness, when it’s time for you to go, I will let you go. I’ll hide my pain and stay back here.

And when you decide to come back, you’ll always find me here, waiting.

Lies

By Lang Leav

The smile slowly faded as I read through your lies.

Little by little, they manifested one upon the other.

First, there were those phone calls.

Then, the way your face would twitch when you were caught.

I was entangled in your web of lies, I have had enough, I thought.

And then, you would bring me back with your assurances, you are my number one, you would say.

You are my number one too, I would say.

But I’m lying too. 

Homesick

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He loves walking into the land of the unknown,

You can’t stop passing by those old bylanes that are filled with nothing but memories.

He can’t stop talking about that exotic dish he tried with a new friend,

You still crave for your favourite tiramisu but only when it’s sweetened by his company.

“I haven’t been home for a while,” he says with a sigh, adding, “I feel homesick without her.”

“The last time I went on a vacation was with him,” you say, as you unknowingly break into a smile.

As he packs his bags, he gift wraps the memoir he bought. From all of his travels, he brings back a piece for you.

You, on the other hand, make a list of all the new restaurants in town. Of course, you haven’t missed out the old favourites.

He’s finally home, for you are home to him.

And for you, it feels like a holiday.

Walking back

And then, you walk back

You have reached where you desired to be, but your heart yearns to go back in time

So, you tread across the same path that brought you down

The twists and turns still confuse you, but you don’t stop to ask for help

The thorns strewn across the footpath prick you, but you don’t stop

A bleeding heart needs to be repaired before a bleeding leg, right?

But when you finally find the spot where it all began, after all the ups and downs,

You stop. You look around and that’s when it hits you,

You walked back for him, but he wasn’t waiting for you.

So?

You walk back again.