Insignificant, Like A Dust, That's What I Am.

Dear Bestfriend,

It’s not true..

That I don’t miss you anymore

I know I don’t call that often

And we don’t share the same town anymore

I know it’s been years since you moved

And we don’t see each other anymore

But it’s still not true

That I don’t miss you anymore

You’re the first person whom I called a friend

And not because it was convenient

We are as different as we can be

But somehow we make it work

We have little interest in common

But we still talk for hours

You don’t relate to my struggles and pain

But you’re still with me at every bend

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Dear Bestfriend,

I know you miss me too but you won't say it out loud. But I'm not a coward like you. So there it is.

Do you really love me?

When the mischief, that you fell in love with, evanesces from my smile,

would you still be able to love me?

When the buoyancy, that you find refreshing, vanishes from my eyes,

would you still be able to love me?

When my beauty, that captivates your eyes, fades with time,

would you still be able to love me?

When my face, that you say reflects my heart, stops Conveying emotions,

would you still be able to love me?

When the sanity, that holds me together, leaves me scattered around,

would you pick up the pieces for me?

When the darkness, that I fight to keep at bay, consumes me one day,

would you still be able to see me?

When I stand before you, lost somewhere in my mind,

would you still be able to find me?

When the baggage that I carry, slows you down in life,

would you stay back just for me?

If you're going to leave me one of those days,

then, do you really love me?

“I feel lethal, on the verge of frenzy. I think my mask of sanity is about to slip.”

— Patrick Bateman

Isn't life a little strange?

We all know how it begins and ends

But we still want to live through it

Is it because how we live matter

Or 'cause that's the only thing in our hands?

Or maybe it does matter

Not for us

But for the people of the future

We all know that

The epilogue has already been written

But wouldn't it be a victory for us

If on our way, we could make the path

A little less hard

A little more clear

Not for us

But for the people of the future

Not Mine❤️

Maybe you weren't the one for me

Maybe we weren't meant to be

But somewhere along the way

You have become a part of me

In those fickle dreams of my teenhood

In the last pages of my notebooks

In the music collection on my first iPod

There still exists a part of you

In that briefest moment of eye contact

And the goofy smile that sped up my heart

In those infinite seconds, you gave me

The simplest form of joy life could impart

I agree, you weren't meant to be mine

But in my soul, you still left an imprint

I Had Said No

I said no.

Again and again

I said no.

Did you not hear that?

I said no.

But my words did not erect a wall of protection around me.

It's dirty, filthy touch still managed to seep through my defenses and scar my soul.

The moment it withdrew its claws,

I ran.

I ran and ran and ran.

On the way,

I bumped into a lady.

Her eyes were blindfolded

With a beam balance in one hand

And a sword in the other

I asked her to help me.

She told me that she doesn't see any sin

I repeated again

That I had said no.

But to her, my consent didn't matter

'Cause I said, "I do."

On that day at the altar.

HOPE

You are the cruelest of them all

[What’s the rush?]

Months spent, years lost

several ages of humankind,

Turned to dust.

Searching the meaning

In meaninglessness

Seeking the purpose

In pointless existence.

In the grand universe

Though a tiny particle

Striving to leave a mark

On the earth's chronicle

That's Its own way

of attaining immortality

Conquering the fear of death

And Converging to eternity

But shortsighted as you are,

Didn't stop to think

That writing on the sand

Could be erased in a blink

Could be that your life,

Is one beautiful accident

You shine for a moment,

You exist, and that is the point.

Na hum khud se khush hain,

Na iss duniyaa ki rivazon se;

Fir v ussi ko leke age kyun badh rahe hain hum?

malum hai ki kuchh galat ho raha hai;

Jo samaj Humne banaya tha,

Usse humara hi dum ghut raha hai;

Fir bhi badlab se itna darte kyun hain hum?