He dared

We saw a guy drunk walking in the middle of the road with no expressions. Probably hoping somebody would drive over him. People around yelled at him only I sympathized. I could understand him. We both wished the same but only he had the guts to walk on the road.

She mourned with hatred.!

She mourned with hatred
Life wasn't that hard, yet it
just was not interesting anymore.
The scenarios seemed dragged and so
the people around.
Not one made her heart easy,
Not one got her to be at peace.
She wandered with no smile,
comforting that she herself was enough.
May be she was, and so she didn't want
to be with the beings.
It was just so easy that way.
Be responsible for yourself,
Why wasn't it that easy?
Telling people to live by their own
And to leave her alone for a long time.
Why wasn't this easy?
Why do relationships always come with
unnecessary commitments?
She wandered hoping not to be found.
Angry and disappointed
She sat back, as for now this is all
she could do.
Fighting unnecessary pain.
Hoping to live even when it felt
as though she is dying inside.

Staring into the ocean, I saw her!

She sat there. Headphones in her ears and I gazed her from where she couldn't see me. She was staring into the bliss I suppose the ocean got her into. It seems that she remembered someone listening to the song the headphones played. She was aloof, not bothered by the idea  who passed her by. Even from a distance I could see her shedding tear from just one eye. I wondered why was it just an eye? I had  never seen someone so indifferent as if she was in conflict with herself. She had the look of being found as well as lost. What was with her? I gazed from afar. Curious to go and ask her what was she so sad about and yet so Content ? Why was she a contrast? I couldn't take my eyes off her? She seemed as a confident girl searching for something even she didn't know existed. I looked from miles away waiting for her to notice. All she did was stare at the ocean drinking a beer. She asked her friends to leave. I stood there gazing at her as she lost her self in the waves and some music. I wondered what bothered her so much. To me she was like that cold breeze with a cold heart trying to find answers but ending up asking questions itself. I thought how sad were her friends to feel helpless as she asked them to leave. What was with her? Being alone not once she let go of the songs. Seems they comforted her more than people. Gazed at her not from long but couldn't help wanting to ask her so many questions! But for now I was content not disturbing her peace, her struggle to be by herself. I thought I should give her that much. Wishing her a good luck from faraway I waited till she left her feet soaking wet in the sand. Whoever she was, however she was I wanted to tell her that it was okay. Whatever it was, you are okay as long as you don't forget to breathe.

This song Reminds me of you..!

A song that reminds me of our good memories..
Finally I can remember our good moments.
This song my dear makes me want to make peace with you.
It draws me to the times I laughed my heart with you.
It draws me to those silent nights I slept in peace with you.
'We were meant to be' is what the song says,
I agree my lost love.
I can feel you through this song.
'You smile, your touch, your voice and each detail I could study' is what the song says; and foolishly I remember you.
It soothes the storm your thoughts get.
And the unpleasant emotions are somehow changed to the ones where I have been okay being so exposed.
It makes me wana come to you,
To be less uncomfortable, less egoistic and less hurt.
Our story didn't have a happy ending but
this song, this song makes me want to tell you that there should not be an end to us.
We can be present for each other without defining anything.
But when this song ends, so does those pleasing thoughts.
I comfort myself by saying lets not enter into a zone whose consequences we don't know.
I feel everything, yes I do.
But lets not let this song ruin the distance we have now.
Lets be happy momentarily in those shady good memories.
Lets be present in each other's absence.

At 3am

I am terrified of myself.
The one thing I could do So easily,
Why has it become so hard to do?
At 3am I am anxiously pacing
On the terrace not knowing how
I feel!
I am trying to breathe and I am panting
Trying to get all choked up.
But the tears don't seem to run.
What have I lost?
Is this me being a bipolar.
Or I constantly see myself in mania.
Or is it that nothing seems happy or
Sad enough!
Anxious at 3am, the rain is giving me the chills.
I am dying to cry but I feel
Like a desert who has eaten up its oasis.!
Or else why would I be staring at empty roads not knowing,
Not knowing why am I this
restless at 3am.!