255 days and i still have this habit Of stuffing bad days deep into the Ripped jeans(The ones dad gifted me) The calculator and the calender welcomes Every dawn with me sitting in the lawn & Them settled comfortably on the wooden Chair peeking here and there (Quite moody from 255 days - I guess)
Where was I??They seem to ignore The afternoons just like you unliked them For the reason unknown to me -All i knew Is afternoon comes with the Never ending Frown sessions -Of how many times the Evenings ignored your touch with frowns Accompanying you through your Every step and mocking my Strawberry shake. You were used to welcome dusk with Boxes full of smiles and kisses. "Wierd"It loved your touch How weird they love to carry fake emotions And have a habit of safeguarding them!! The calendar don't like the dates and the Calculators ignore the numbers -Wierd But just like you (They were yours so being ignorant must be In their nature i guess)
Unlike me who take out the dates of bad happenings And wrap them tightly in the Beige coloured paper And Stuff them properly in the Pockets of the jeans Blue, Black doesn't matter -The wardrobe was never been like a partial mother They hate when they turn a little puffy -Fatty But I have a habit of stuffing them deep So that not an ounce of light could reach them They must suffer just like i did - When the dates, Days,Years mocked me But i still can't mock them - I am still human i guess.
13 october tried to come out of the pocket When i held its ruffled home and put it back In its place -I managed just like i always did When the drunkard human turned out To be my only lover -I managed him then Why not this tiny date that always manages To peek out to get the fresh air. Of how badly i wanted to throw them In some ocean or sometimes I badly Wanted to burn them and wish them to turn into Ashes & Then to get a sleep -The peacful one. 26 september requested alot to be on its own -Remember i promised you that I will never leave you -That was a Silly vow that i took but i guess i was A stupid human i wasted a precious vow on A human who wasn't human at first place
-But a Bad experience that still traumatise me And Give me the nightmares that may last for The whole life.I stuffed love into you for years But you stuffed hatred deeply into my veins.
- A failed lover or a Love story destined to be failed.