In that picture
Laid a roller coaster
Promising adventure
That put us a little closer

I had your sweatshirt worn
And the sleeves smelled of you
I wish if it was torn
So there was a better new
They look at it as a memory
And tell me to lock it away
For me it’s more than a treasury
To be opened on some fine day!!
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I know you’re leaving anyway🙈

I’d rather stand still and wait
To see if you’d turn back
Making myself think of the things I used to lack
Than to call out your name
And watch you leave
Because I know you’re leaving anyway
I don’t know if we’ll have an alumnae

You blame the circumstances forcing you into it
And I blame my heart for choosing you over every heartbeat
Night after night, I’m getting stronger
I now know nothing’s gonna happen any after
It ain’t the first time I’ve lost you once again
All that has changed is the mass of pain
Maybe I’ve made my choices
And I know they won’t be changed by circumstances
So much silence like never before
Again I find it something about you to adore
I’ve turned infinite ‘last times’ to ‘second last times’
Waiting for stability to hang on my door frame like chimes

Because I know you’re leaving anyway
I don’t know if we’ll have an alumnae

Restart ❤

Everyone got a passion and time time takes it away reasoning business. Is this not what we all go through? Of course, yes! Is it about time? I don’t think so.Things stop. Everything stops. But this is just an illusion and not real. The reality is—it’s not a stop but a pause. Whatever you may feel it is but it is just a pause.

It might stay there for a moment or two or maybe infinitely enough to make it look like a stop. Totally depends upon the person. Depends upon the time that one takes to realise that the pause can be broken and things can be restarted.

You can restart anything, anytime and anywhere but first ask yourself if you really want to. Do you? Is it even that important? Will you make it strong enough to never have a pause ever again? Ask these questions to yourself before you really find out how. Then think of how and it’ll strike you eventually

Restarting something is totally a voice and yes all about how bad do you want it restarted.

With these words, I’d really want to motivate myself to restart what I started 2 years back and speed after 1—POETRY

People used to commend my pretty because it came straight outta my heart back when I had it. Now that I want it back, I don’t know how. I want to write done really soul-melting poetry.

This will need efforts, a lot of it because true poetry cones from feelings and I am lacking all. There’s still a/only way out— focus and hard work!

Writing my next poetry in this. For no one but myself and those who want to smile but need a bad cry.

Things stop. Everything stops. But this is just an illusion and not real. The reality is—it’s not a stop but a pause. Whatever you may feel it is but it is just a pause.

It might stay there for a moment or two or maybe infinitely enough to make it look like a stop. Totally depends upon the person. Depends upon the time that one takes to realise that the pause can be broken and things can be restarted.

You can restart anything, anytime and anywhere but first ask yourself if you really want to. Do you? Is it even that important? Will you make it strong enough to never have a pause ever again? Ask these questions to yourself before you really find out how. Then think of how and it’ll strike you eventually

Restarting something is totally a voice and yes all about how bad do you want it restarted.

With these words, I’d really want to motivate myself to restart what I started 2 years back and speed after 1—POETRY

People used to commend my pretty because it came straight outta my heart back when I had it. Now that I want it back, I don’t know how. I want to write done really soul-melting poetry.

This will need efforts, a lot of it because true poetry cones from feelings and I am lacking all. There’s still a/only way out— focus and hard work!

Writing my next poetry in this. For no one but myself and those who want to smile but need a bad cry.

Hearts of glass

Feelings on fire

Feet on grass

Bonds all sire

Sired to one

With no intervention

Known by none

Yet have some extension ❤

*Just healer things*

Drafts🍁

Do we all not sometimes wonder why there isn’t any language such as Maths? Well, love has got all the pretty numbers and trust me they work more powerfully than words or actions be it 143 11:11 3am or so… Here’s one more drafted message from Evernote—


I can’t see you upset. Would you believe if I tell you that at 3 am in the morning, I was talking to my bestfriend about you. We changed the topic about a hundred times but it ended up at you always. She knows the reason why I kept wearing your ring even when none of my accessories were silver since the combination was golden and red. She asked me to move on but I told her that it’s ok. I know what’s going to happen one day and I’m fine with that. I just want to go ahead to see how long can we stay together. I’ve shortage of good people. And you know what, she told me a lot many things she wants from life and when she asked me my choice, I said ‘Him’. I’m not saying cheesy lines just to make you smile but reality. You are my topic of conversation with my bestfriend and no one knows. You know I still write my diary Daily and it got letters for you. I never skipped a single day but I couldn’t write yesterday. I’ll do it once I return back from tution. I’ve never been so much consistent for something. Trust me. In the end, I’d just tell you that I know you cannot be mine but I’m all yours.


Heartaches 💔

How much do you know of heartache?
A bit. Ok! A little more? Cool.
So, the common definition of heartache is when you feel betrayed and lost?
Darling, what’s common isn’t real.
Let me tell you what heartache really is.
It is when you feel like a thunderstorm of emotions inside of you. When your hands do something you don’t know about and your brain is thinking about something else. Heartache is when you refuse to feel it but it’s destroying you. It’s worse than a chronicle disease because diseases may be cured or at least diagnosed but one dealing with heartache turns misandrophist. This is what it feels like. The feeling when you miss the person who left you betrayed and cannot tell them, is heartache. Heartache is when your brain insists you to stop amd remind you of all the dealings you faced all this while and none of them worked. It is when you know what you have to do but can’t because you don’t want to. The best part is, we all know what’s gonna hurt and choose it wisely. We choose heartaches. We choose devils over humans knowing about the precise amount of damage they gonna do. In the name of love… ❤ We loose ourselves.

Make sure the one you love is the last one to know this

💋

Many of you asked me why I wrote this. The post is the answer. Heartache! Our beloved one’s examine their respective powers by hurting us.
I’m not sure if anyone’s gonna really like it but I felt like writing this. There’s no external cure to an internal disease. There’s just one therapy I know of—
ਸਮਾਂ
It’s the last thing to cause you the damage and the only thing to heal it!

Birthday Post💕

I’m not the first one you’re saying this ‘I Love You’ to. Right?

You are the last one.

This shows how malleable your feelings are.

I might have said this to many but you’re the second one I feel it for. Everyone else who came in, never mattered.

Come on… This is not how love works. Love happens just once. Either you didn’t love him or you don’t love me. Tell me?

Just because I’m with you and to console you, I won’t say it was never with him. I felt it with him too. But if you tell me that it happens just once, I’ll say it’s with you. It is. And I feel like I’ll never fall in love again. Never!

Well, let’s see who leaves first.

A little part of what we had. A little piece of the heart I gave to you. A little part of the most beautiful relationship. A little part of the lost feeling of love. A little part of us. A little part of you and a little part of me.

Happy Birthday Love!

I wish I could call you and wish you a happy birthday but chuchu(dare anyone laugh at this) this would’ve been contradictory. I mean my voice and a happy birthday? Your day will turn worse. And I really want your day to be spent well.

So, you’re 25 now. Did she wish you yet? Wait! Are you even reading this on 17th August? I don’t think you’ll read my blog on your birthday. If you ever do, make an anonymous comment about how I look in this picture and I’ll know it’s you.

P.S– I still hope to never see you again.

💋💋

So it’s been a year to the last time in my lifetime that I ever fell in love. It was pious and beautiful.

There were tears when it ended but now all has gone. Everytime I close my eyes, I see a flashback from accidently texting someone and falling in love and getting hurt and running away to finally accepting the fact that it’s gone.

I’m fine with it. Everyone knows that I loved way too much and too hard but the lesser known fact is that only I did.

It’s gone forever and I feel blessed because finally I’m done with the feelings thing. I don’t really care if someone tries to boss me or tell me how I should behave or react. It’s my life and because I’ve destroyed it at an extreme level already, now whatever mistake I’ll make, it’ll be bearable.

I feel blessed because it’s been 5 months without using the word ‘love’ if not for him. It’s been 5 months without being in any contact with him. It’s been 5 months without letting him know about my feelings. But it’s just been lesser time since I last felt pain. Maybe it just faded or I got habitual. Now wounds don’t hurt and I’m happy.

The other reason for feeling blessed is that even if I make a mistake, I don’t regret it because I don’t repeat it.

It’s again one more time that I’m tired because of traveling and still I’m writing. The last time it happened was on the night of 3rd February 2018. I remember dates(particularly when I shouldn’t). I was making some cute love notes that night which I kept in my favourite book ‘The Promise’ and didn’t give a thought about if I should go ahead or not. I couldn’t sleep that night because I was excited and damn, it was the last meeting on 4th February 2018. How will I ever forget these dates?

I don’t know if I should end my letter with this but ‘Happy One Year Love’.

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