3 inch taller
It is hard,
Really hard
Beyond comprehension
Choosing people
One over another
Moving on,
And,
At a certain point,
The bomb blasts,
Boom
Everything is lost,
The past,
The present
And guilt is reality
Depression is forever
Trance is all that remains
And her image is eternity
Always and forever
The heart is captured
She is all that remains
Once,
I used to be in that situation
A depressed face,
Unable to forget her
And i met her
It was no coincidence
But a destiny,
But a fate
An encounter written before our birth
From Mahalaxmi to Patan,
It all started from facebook
Later on, we would follow in instagram
Looking back,
In the college breaks
I used to see her in glimpses
She seemed dangerous
And that allured me
I continued eavesdropping
Surfing her timeline,
Was usual
And there was no doubt
She was just like me,
Both,
Cowards,
Who could never move on
The heart shattered to a thousand pieces
As strangers we cried,
But the same,
Tears of misery
And i wanted to hold her
Rebelling the hurt
I clicked the ‘add friend’ button
It was then the long chats
And the late replies commenced
To continued glances
I saw more of her
And the smiling wavings happened
It was electrifying,
Ecstasy highest,
The hurt forgotten
The promises to sing
Her want to hear,
Poems the exchange
But nothing, the result
‘you seem real busy?’
Her words
A tight pinch
In the cheek
And the proposal to dance
But denial
I see her dance
She’s wild
But smile’s were
All i could offer
The planning to meet,
Early in the morning,
She comes walking,
And am blown just by seeing her face
The shop we went to,
Endless flames of cigarettes
And her request to smoke
Refusal and,
The account of my family background,
Her smiles, lips,
Exposing tattoos
And sipping teas
Now, it feels a dream,
A heavy reality
To accept,
And accept i must
The litters,
We picked
And the streets
We cleaned,
The harsh sunlight we endured,
And,
Those streets i walk
There’s litters again
But here we are
Out of contact
But your face talks
And the memories never fades
The roads of Patan,
We walked
The crowd,
The noises
The hot coffee of
Mangalbazar,
Handmade
The roof, the seats
Are never same,
Gone is gone
Present is fun,
But without you
The tears seem dry
It’s a reality,
I never take
But the stories of love,
We talked
And the pains, we endured
Made me strong?
But you never
Ceased to smoke
And your breaths
Of long,
Sustain to live
And the day was happiness
The times i waited,
In a closed dark classroom,
And the knocking on the door,
The handshakes,
The stories,
And ‘sympathy’
Is the song we played
The juice and chips,
I bought,
The snacks we enjoyed
And flames,
I remember time and again
The cheeks pulled,
And the embarassesment
The looks through a window
The critics,
Now,
Is joy,
A cheerful memory
Her pervy flirtation,
The harsh bitings,
And the pinches,
The closeness
Was truly,
Truly,
Heavenly
She is 3 inch taller
And i wait for her everyday
To life meaningless
