You would never believe if I told you that, the probability of actually finding your love increases exponentially after you've finally decided you've found the one But its true, and I can prove you that
But... What if you can't even find a decision? Where are the ones who match your taste? Well then, churn poetries in your isolation while your youth goes to a tragic waste
So!? You've found the decision and you throw him those subtle hints He gallops home for mommy's permission And got grounded, your silly prince Duhh!
Okay, maybe Just hook up with the decision And purr like a salicious pussycat So long as you're in submission You can be his favourite doormat Eh!
And if you date the decision and manage to catch him by his tail you'd now notice you've handpicked cable television while Alexa just went on sale Good Lord!
Okay, so you withhold the decision and ignore his velvety text A left swiped rescission Poof! and you've lost him to the next - I told you so!
And hah, in case you marry the decision the real bummer prince on the white horse will NOW bump into you everywhere And you'd trip first on his long legs that stick out like a clumsy chair Next on your guilt coughing out love like it's Delhi air
I have to agree confusing are these boys whether to settle on one or just have fun endless is the choice A first world predicament such is the millenial life So, please tuck your legs in gentlemen for I'm somebody's old school wife
Maybe, I'm tired of Second rate contact Halfhearted hearts Secondhand love Half priced time Meeting world's apart Everything for sale Maybe I want something Far beyond the physical More than this temporary Expendable life has to offer
Perhaps, I'm a gypsy nomad Bound by earthly restraints Waiting to be found By another lost traveller For our stars to cross Set my famished soul on fire Past the pain threshold
Because, I have trekked off course I am not of flesh, nor bone I do not inhabit this corpse Not one safe place Nowhere to call my own And yet; I'm still searching beyond Trying to reach home
There’s a weight I feel on my shoulders. I don’t know what has brought this on, or if it has always been here, like an antique pot left silently in the corner. But with each passing moment this weight seems to be proliferating. Every moment spent, every breath inhaled, every flashback captured, seems hard on the legs, so much so that even time spent smiling seems wasted.
In moments of happiness it feels like something is constantly keeping a watch from over my shoulder. When I think of it, it feels as if this entity(or whatever it is) is keeping a tab on all the times I smile in a day’s worth. As if to tell me it has to be paid back in full. As if to tell me that I owe it a debt. Some debt.
Is happiness that expensive?
Nevertheless every time I smile, as if driven by an unconscious reflex, I check my surroundings from the corner of my eye. I think I have developed a fear of inadvertently belittling someone by being elated.
I keep delaying my tomorrows, the tomorrow I promise you everyday. Is it possible the peace I had been searching in living, I have found in being dead instead?
I have found a certain serenity in being sad, the kind of relief, that always keeps bringing me back. I have found a certain joy in being sad, the kind that keeps me looking forward to it.
I have grown fond of the moments when I lock my door, block out the world and just cry. I have grown fond of the moments when I no longer have to try.
It's no longer a battle, between me and melanchony. It's more like a relationship. I provide her with my presence, She lends me an ear to listen to my woes. She never leaves me, neither do I.
But you tell me everyday to join the living, abondon the dead. I tell you 'no' everytime. You ask me why And I reply with a smirk, 'I'll tell you tomorrow maybe."
I keep delaying my tomorrows, the tomorrow I promise you everyday. And soon you realize, the reason behind my smirk. 'The dead don't come back, only the living go away." #writersnetwork - Naina Kashyap