When people make you feel unwanted, don’t leave to make them feel sad or guilty, they won’t. Leave because you no longer have a reason to stay. Sometimes you have to be strong for yourself. What’s meant to be will end up good and what’s not – won’t. Love is worth fighting for, but sometimes you can’t be the only one fighting. At times, people need to fight for you. If they don’t, you just have to move on and realize what you gave them was more than they were willing to give you.
On the face of the earth walk men ,
Men who befriend you ,
In the real and virtual world ,
Requesting u for friendship that comes with a click of a button ,
Anything but friendship ,
Anything but love ,
They talk , chase you like you are some celebrity ,
Flattering your eyes , your photoshopped pictures …
Everything that runs skin deep ,
And then they vanish ,
Just like they had come ,
From above the surface …
Like dry flakes from your winter skin ,
They can offer nothing to your mind , to your soul ,
They are just those shots of vodka u take on a tiring day …
Let them go like leaves in the Autumn !
And then there are some ,
Very few ,
Who don’t beg for friendship or love ,
Who build it ,
Over time , with memories , with trust ,
with actions that speak louder than words ,
They are the ones who will smile n lift u up when u r in muddy waters ,
The ones who are just there , right there ,
They will rub every stone to enlighten rhe lost spark in you ,
They aren’t skin deep ,
They run deep into your soul ,
Spreading like galaxy in universe ,
Filling your voids ,
Being a part of your struggles ,
A companion in your journey ,
A partner in your madness,
With an unflinching faith in you ,
Cherish them , for they will make you conquer the world.
That’s what you are to me .
Thank you for being what you are . I am so proud of you .
P.s to readers – these are the ones who will help u arrange parties to all the people who only join u once u r successful n also to the ones who pointed fingers at you . Cherish them too ! They are your fuel and propellers to victory .
(Dedicated to all those who were the perfectly ugly lovers. You were just beautiful in a crooked way. )
We were different , belonging to two different worlds ,
You were broad and tall , like a wolf straight from the Twilight saga ,
And me ! I was the small, short Alice from wonderland ,
It was never a match … it never will be .
While I lifted my toes to wrap my arms around your neck , they ached …
And it was quite an effort for you to hold my waist ,
To look into your eyes was looking into the sky , into the distant moon ,
that far you were … always ,
And it was indeed an agony to see you lowering your eyes to look into mine ,
Nothing perfect my dear !
And more so the dances ?
I could never match your pace ,
Your strong sturdy frame would sweep me off my feet ,
Taking away the ground which held me ,
As I panted frantically to balance …
Both my grace and my body ,
What a shame to the picture perfect dancing couples that fairytales are made of …
we looked like a scar honey !
Your arms around me were never the elegant man woman duo all want to see,
They were never the ornaments of elegance ,
I could never be a lady in them ,
Never have been !
I was held like a cub , muffled , snuggling in the warm blanket that had been put on me …
You see , we were never equals !
Oh ! And those kisses how can I forget them …
Never the comfortable pecks ,
Never like the ones that could make for a perfect frame ,
Yet somewhere in all these imperfections every time I stood before you ,
My head would just reach your chest ,
All I could was hear the rhythm of your heartbeats ,
All you would do is kiss my forehead …
IN A MOMENT THAT SAID …
WE WERE THE PERFECT MISMATCH EVER…