Memories of Glass

A few days ago, I used to wish that there was a thing called "brain transplantation" through which I could erase some specific memories. Not that I hated those memories but it was just hurting way too much to remember how perfect something used to be before it got ruined. You cant count me in the people who say stuff like- "Don't be sad that it ended, be happy that it happened". Its serious shit and trust me, I'm not much of a positive thinker. I don't think that looking at a messed up thing and being happy because it was beautiful before can practically be done. Its stupid and impossible.

The Art of Winning a Loosing Fight

I just went through one of the worst days of my life. It was the kind of day when I wish I hadn't woken up in the morning and gone to school. So what exactly ruined my day? Was it me waking up twenty minutes late in the morning? Or was it the unexpected rain in January (guys think of the homeless people...its not pleasant, its cold)? Or was it the ridiculous food from the cafeteria which made me feel sick? Or was it that stupid argument I got myself into? Maybe it was everything but there was one more thing which played the major role in pissing me off today. I don't know if its just with me but when I try to get something done everything in the universe starts working against me.

Sweet Uncertainty

.Life is so uncertain. Isn't it? I mean all along you expect something from it and it keeps surprising you. Every   choice you make and every road you take starts an unexpected chain reaction. There are so many possibilities and so many uncertainties. And at the end, you would always be surprised about how quickly things change.

Strings Attached

Goodbyes can just fuck off because I hate them. They are like a flyleaf of a novel with a sad beautiful tragic ending. The last empty page which keeps reminding me that there is nothing more. Its where  I wish the story would've ended differently or maybe gone on forever. Or maybe the book could have a sequel  .But sadly goodbyes are forever.They're like synonyms to the word "The  End". I can say goodbye to people and things but never to the memories they leave me with. To the little things I want to relive everyday without knowing that its all gonna end someday. Maybe that's why I hate goodbyes.

Sweet Time Erasing You

In dreams, I meet you in warm conversations, we both wake in lonely beds, different cities. And time is taking its sweet time erasing you

That Guy

I' knew a guy once. A guy with a very sad face. I got him wrong the first time. I thought he was a really strong person. I mean not like physically strong but more like emotionally or mentally strong. I had never seen him look scared or hurt or depressed He never really shared much of his problems with anyone and kept his distance from everyone. People who didn't know him thought he was arrogant. Some thought that he was shy or maybe just a little introvert. Others thought he was just 'fucked up'. But deep inside I always knew that he was not even remotely close to what people thought he was. He didn't talk much and never ever let his emotions show on his face. I guess he just built too many walls around himself. Later I found out that he was vulnerable to a lot of things though he never showed it. 

Imperfections

"God knows I'm not perfect either. I've made tons of stupid mistakes, and later I regretted them. And I've done it over and over again, thousands of times; a cycle of hollow joy and vicious self-hatred. But even so, every-time I learned something about myself"

We all have flaws. We all make mistakes. We all have done things we're not so proud of . We all have weaknesses. Don't we? I mean have you ever known someone who has never done anything wrong or who is perfect. If not, then why are we all so hard on ourselves? We all have imperfections or flaws that we tend to over-think about. Why do that? Why change who we really are? Why loose ourselves trying to get better for others? People who really love us or care about us will love us with all our imperfections.

I Almost Do

It takes everything in me not to call you
and I wish I could run to you
And I hope you know that every-time I don't
I almost do

Bittersweet

Have you ever felt like wanting the same thing you're running from? Have you ever held on to something which is long gone? Have you ever tried to preserve something which had decayed long ago? Have you ever felt that you are taking more than you can get? And you still follow it. You feel guilty when you want it and it chases you if you run from it. That feeling is bittersweet. Its not wrong but its not right either. Its not even something in-between wrong and right. Its just both at the same time. I have heard that we should never blame anyone in our lives because everyone leave us with something to hold on to.

Silence

When you sit in silence long enough, you learn that silence has a motion. It glides over you without shape or form, exactly like water. Its color is silver. And silence has a sound you hear only after hours of wading inside it. The sound is soft, like flute notes rising up, like the words of glass speaking. Then there comes a point when you must shatter the blindness of its words, the blindness of its light

People I cant Stand

Its crazy how some people manage to automatically get me pissed off by just being present around me. I usually call that kinda people arrogant. I mean whats up with that snobby attitude when people think that they are better than everyone. I mean "dude, seriously?? my universe revolves around better things than you so stop thinking that you can control me and please fuck off". I hate the people who think that they can never be wrong and if someone opposes them then they think that that person is trying to talk back.

You

This is not really my poetry. I mean I don't even do poetry (song writing is different) but this one's a poetry from a very special person who requested me to put this up.

If you were a blade of grass
I would explore the earth for you.
If you were a tree
I would seek out every leaf until I found you.
If you were a flame
I would fly to the sun for you.
If you were a drop of water
I would scour the sea for you.
But if you were a star
I would never search for I would always see you,
because you are the brightest star to me

Lets not call it 'Love'

What's so scary when someone starts treating you special?
It's when you get used to it
and you can no longer get it out of your system.
So before it's too late,
you have to set your mind
that sweet gestures are never guarantees.

That is exactly my point but its better explained in form of an incident that once happened. So there was this guy who was looking for something serious and he really liked this girl. That girl was really nice and she treated that guy well and they were good friends but she never really had any feelings for him. The guy was not really perfect (i mean obviously!) and had an image of a pervert. He tried very hard to get this girl to go out with him but it never really happened and there was a time when he was fighting hard to stay friends with her. Out of all this what I realized was that this girl, she never really deserved him. Because she only saw him as a nerd-ish pervert and truthfully he was so much more than that. She just didn't see what was beyond his pervert image.