Missing what ?

Is it Missing-ness or just old habits ?

Ever thought what we exactly miss?

Like is it the feel of being kissed,

Or of sharing a bed,

Or is it the feel of,

Sharing our lives instead.

Is it the long drives,

Or the favorite singers,

Or the long walks,

And those mingled fingers.

Is it the smell of tea,

Or is it the honey toast,

Or just a gathering of friends,

Where someone is being roast.

Is it those bogus movies,

That you leave in between,

To figure out what to eat,

Before the cuddling scenes.

Or is it simply the idea of love,

As a person and a space,

Where you two developed,

A different taste.

Loving Myself ! Wait, what ?

There are these days,

When I fall in love with myself,

And than those,

When I question everything about myself.

Moods, that keep changing,

Phases, that keep coming,

Friends, that keep holding,

And life,

That keeps moving.

Amidst this chaos,

Of laughter and cries,

I try to adore,

My own vies,

Of surviving and thriving,

With intent at times,

And with love the other times.

Falling in love with self,

Seemed tough in the beginning,

After truly figuring out myself,

Others look more accepting.

Comments

An intense grip!

Not having met you Never made me feel empty, But having met you Makes me feel weak, Not that I can't survive, But it's a struggle of not wanting to, A struggle of knowing All that should be known, And yet unable to Hold back from the unknown, A dying sense of urgency Although there is none in the vicinity, A profound feeling of having found A feeling so intense That it just couldn't be spent Even after exhausting every cent.

A Recovering Heart !

Safe Is Just A Word! It's safe to say I am fine , Till no one looks into my mind, For once you take a look closer, You won't think that I am sober, Silence is a language in itself, Something I discovered very late, I wish I had known that earlier, Maybe my peace wouldn't have to wait, What's bygone is okay, What remains is pretty, What it was is a mystery, But what it's becoming, Will surely be history, True love doesn't leave, Neither does it stay, It accommodates to a relationship, Till the people in it slay. Only If We Could See Things Coming ! To see things coming Is a matter of luck, When you can't see On a human plane it sucks To remain prepared Is what we would want, To balance the present Might miss out on the round We fight, we clamor, We plead, we worry, We curse, we wish But after all this, We forget, That's it's a lesson, Not to regret. You or Animals ? The line between...

Mistakes.

A question has been Haunting me Of rights and wrongs, Asking me with bland eyes To figure out the wants, I held to this thought For very long, Having been taught That lesser the mistakes Better the stakes, What I seem to have learnt Is that the more the score Of your mistakes The greater the chances Of knowing what it takes, The lesser you commit mistakes The fewer the opportunities And smaller the gates.

Girlishly

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