Wowzers!

Dad, you taught me to play. You taught me to play with all those little dolls, Stuffed animals, electronic trains, toy robots, You taught me to hold the bat, and hit the ball, You taught me how to handle the rackets, And how to play badminton or table tennis, You made me able to play and won all those different games. When I was the littlest of me, a toddler, You taught me to sit, to stand, to crawl, to walk, and to run You saw me learning to speak, laugh, smile, You witness me getting older and older with every passing day, And you were my mentor for all of this. My first day of school, then college, university, And finally, my first day on the job. You were proud, you were the happiest, And my biggest inspiration, my teacher, my best advisor, You saw me achieving it bit by bit and you were there. You were there to pick me up every time I fall, And support me, and encourage me every time I fail, You taught me how to handle tears when I am down, And how to laugh...

Every time she is a little too sad inside, she comes to you. She comes to you running, walking, crawling, the least she has the strength the fastest she comes to you. Every time, when someone very dear to her betrayed her, cheated on her, or left her in the worldly chaos to fight alone, and to wonder if she is strong enough to get over the hurt that beloved has caused her, she gathers her courage, and recollect all the torn pieces of her heart, hopes, and trust, and she comes to you. And that time, when someone who was the dearest to her, died, she didn't say a word, she laughed hysterically, she grieved in silence and came to you. She prayed for his peace in the hereafter and stayed patient. When everyone around her was crying, screaming, complaining about the loss she had gone through, she remained calm, she asked everyone to be strong, and she quietly whispered to you to make it easy for all of them, and that she believes that whatever you did must be the right thing to do, s...

Sitting by the sea, her hair was blowing like they are dance-synchronizing with the breeze, partly smiling her silent lips were telling a beautiful poetry, holding a notebook in her one hand and a pen in other she was too engrossed in her thoughts, not caring about the surrounding or the time or how she has grabbed the attention of a hundred of the people around, and then she started writing. She began to pen down her every thought, cutting, writing again, cutting again, and so on. Her lips were stretching and expanding with a smile after every word she wrote. So many thoughts so many words and her topic - just one - him. They say, "She was a perfect blend of a pretty face with a kind heart and a quick-witted brain. She was too smart to be broken and too beautiful to be a writer.  She was both the art of God and an artist herself.  Her writing was flawless and a perfect depiction of art and it was hard to believe someone as breathtaking as her could be this torn up ...

Every time I was sad, down, stressed, angry, or taken up by my thoughts, you were my cure. You were my cure to everything that made me feel down for a while or forever. It never mattered what are the circumstances, the time, the place, I only knew that I was not happy and then I started thinking about you or talking to you and now I am the happiest person in the whole entire world. Your single text, a single call, looking at you for once, talking to you, sitting beside you, or just sharing the same room with you, it doesn't matter how tiny and how unimportant that thing was I just knew that I was happy. You made me happy all the time by everything you did, you said, you didn't do, you kept quiet about. All this time that you've gone and you have stopped talking to me, meeting me, calling me, or replying to my texts, I either miss you and cry or I think about you and smile. It's been so long that I had been genuinely happy since you left. All I want to say is please com...

Hazel Brown eyes - smiling, perfectly set up Black hair, Blue jeans, White shirt, one hand placed on his side, and with other he was rubbing his head, biting his lips to hide his smile - he was everything I could ever desire standing right in front of me. Not for a moment I even tried to look away. I was looking at him directly, without setting down my gaze, I was awestruck, spell-bounded, helplessly looking at him. And then, he looked at me... He looked at me and I was doomed and he looked away. He looked at me for a tiniest of second and I knew I have lost it. I have lost it completely. With his only slightest stare, he had my desires unleashed, my curiosities awaken, my hopes higher, my feelings unveiled, my guilts naked, and my mind out of control. I was still there, I hadn't moved a bit. I was not staring at him anymore and all I was doing was to think about him over and over again, rethink, overthink, and overly overthink. Play those moments in my mind, replay those ...

All tired, and exhausted from working all the day long, all sleepy, I lie down on my bed and as soon as I close my eyes all these feelings of being tired and dull vanished, and now all I can do is to think about you, miss you, over think you.                  Trying too hard to resist it; you, your cravings, trying too hard to sleep I go back down to the memory lane and it all starts to play in my mind - again. It was another ordinary night when I per my habit was going through my contacts on Whatsapp, reading their statuses. I had always believed that what one says or writes about casually is more than what it seems to be. Nothing is casual, we tend to speak about things casually when we are unable to say them abruptly because we know it won't make any sense but deep down these are the things that bother us the most, that matter the most. And while going through all of those statuses I came across yours saying, "The world is you...

That day when I was talking about how it feels to love you  they said, how about if you try to resist this feeling, to forget him and move on, to unlove him - that when I know loving you will take my life away, and that loving you is toxic, and deadly, and oh-so-brutal, then why am I loving you anyway, I should stop! Listening to their argument, I smiled. I smiled and then burst into a laughter so loud. I laughed out loud all my pain, and aches, and tears. I gathered all my courage, smiled again - broad and bright. I took a deep breath and begin to speak - again - this time about how it is to unlove you. Breaking the silence of the death, I uttered words - words they never wanted to hear. I stared at them all - one by one - and said, "Do you really think I never tried to stop, to resist, to get over him, to unlove him?" They all nodded affirming and I continued, "I tried, and I tried a lot to unlove him. To unlove him is like you are on ventilator suffering from res...

Loving him is so lively - it is like breathing. When you're young and healthy and full of life. Loving him is not something I need to do but something I am doing all the time - without realizing, without planning, without even thinking of it. Loving him is involuntary - something I do earnestly, with all my heart, without caring of consequences. Loving him is like appearing in the exam and you see the question paper and it looks like you know all the right answers - you smile and boost yourself up and begin to pen down the things you might have never seen before - never learn before. You have no clue what you are writing but you're writing anyway - and that too flawlessly, without any mistake, unstoppable, and confidently. And here is your result - you top the exam, you succeeded through it, and all that effortlessly. Loving him is like listening to your favorite songs on the way to home and it seems like someone has set up the playlist to all your favorite songs - and the...

There was nothing about him that I didn't like. He was full of likeliness to be fell for. I was getting more and more into him with every passing day and it was natural, it was involuntary, and it was oh-so-majestically-beautiful. I was falling for him uncontrollably and to be honest I never regretted it. There was not a single time when I was not thinking about him and this was clearly impossible for me to ignore him. Every time I looked, everywhere I looked - I looked for him. It was him I found my eyes searching for in the crowd of thousands and thousands of people. It was him I wanted to see, I wanted to catch the glimpse of even in the places where he was impossible to found. I found me looking for him in my room, in the middle of the night, whenever I woke up from the sleep, I used to search him in my family gatherings, I longed to see his face in the stupidest places like in ladies restroom, or in my arms, or alongside me - ironically, I never found him though! I mi...

They call us weak, huh?!  They say we need them to protect us because we are weak.. She said, annoyingly. She was pissed off. She was angry. She was sad. But what was she sad for? She was sad because she saw a man screaming at his wife on the road, bashing her, abusing her, and most of all because he was calling her weak as she is a woman. And what was more ironic - that she didn't reply him, she didn't fight for herself, rather she accepted what he said - quietly. She was crying in the middle of the road and her husband was not calming down. Many tried to ask him to relax but he was too out of control, he didn't listen. And this all took her in shock - extreme shock. She was now telling about that incident to her mother. She had always seen her father respecting her mom. She was brought up in a calm, and a very loving family. She has never heard her father shouting on her mom or vice verse.  They were always polite to each other but what she saw today made her ...

Hey, you look beautiful! ;) Her mobile beeped and she unlocked it to read the notification. He was texting her after a whole year of ghosting quietly, yet she was not surprised or amazed or anything. She kinda knew it, she knew he will text her today, however, she didn't expect it to happen this sooner but she knew. She was in the restaurant along with her friends to grab some lunch when she saw him. He was sitting right in front of her with a pretty girl by his side. That girl's eyes were sparkling as she was talking to him, she was glowing - knowing he is with her, she looked happy. And him, he was just the same old cold-hearted boy, he was gazing at her with that very same evil smirk knowing that girl has fallen in his trap too, like every other girl he ever had his eye on. He was smiling at something his girl said when he saw HER. He was not smiling anymore, his face was plain now, completely expressionless, cold plain. He had seen her after a year and he was surprised...

Since then, When I saw you for the first time, Or the second, or third, or maybe after then too, In your smiles, Your smirks, your quirks, The way you cupped your face in your palms, Or the way you gently brush your hand in your hair, That day when you were all sweaty, tired, with all your hair messed up, Or that time when you were sober, suited booted, In all the things you loved about yourself, And, In all your insecurities, That time when your eyes were all red because of sleeplessness, And then, when you were rubbing them to hide your tears, In the times, when you were afraid, And then, when you were bold and courageous and brave, In your silences, And even in your whining, That last time you were too scared to hold my hand, And then, when you kissed me in public, In your tensed moments, While you were struggling and you felt helpless, And even when I saw you comforting others, In the way you walk, you run, you hike, In all the ways you glanc...

I breathed loss, and I walked loneliness, When you unfold your hands in mine. I cried blood, and I sobbed glee, When I lost my glance in your eyes. All the times we laughed, we wept together, The joys we shared, the moments we gathered, The promises you made, the vows you sing, The oaths you read, eventual rather. The sighs we gasped, the love we made, The pain we bore, the mirth we had, My soul was hemorrhaged with the pain you give, My heart was pounding but my body was dead. I wiped my tears and tried to smile, I took a step and hiked a mile, I stopped near the bench with emptiness in my mind, It was the place where we seated for a while. I recalled all the times, With the possibility of us united again, How I beseeched you to not to leave, How all my begging goes in vain. Your insulting smirks and guiltless sight, Stabbed my heart to lose the fight, I wondered where my love went wrong, My feelings for you weren't enough, right? I perceived my ...

When crying is the only option, Crying over the things you lose, Crying over the loved ones - who left, Crying all alone, Crying your heart out, Crying that comes from the pit of your stomach, Crying that makes you weak in your limbs, Crying that makes you go breathless, Crying like your heart is gonna stop, Crying while shivering, praying, Crying like your body has turned into pain, Crying like this is the end of the world, Crying with hopelessness, Crying, knowing you will never get over it, Crying like insane, mad person, Crying like you will never be able to cry again, Crying your life away... If that is how you are crying, Cry! I know i t hurts, It hurts so hard that nobody can ever understand, It hurts physically crying in such a way, I know it all, But believe me, After every dark night comes a brighter day, A day that will shine your life out, A day filled with happinesses and happinesses, A day worth crying, worth all that pain, A day you will never get eno...