(Read caption) Do you think our story is going to end like an incomplete verse belonging to my poem which I try to complete every night but everytime I see my empty hands, at a loss of doing miracles, I don't know why but leaving it like seems more beautiful, but I want to know how it will look after it gets completed. You think about me or is it just me with your thoughts who don't belong with you. You were like my favorite fictional character, I wanted to read you in chapters, wanted to know about your story but you closed the book without even letting me know telling me, "I don't want you to read it". After every pause you took, my silence took detour and we both felt awkward. I told you, "how I hate these awkard silences" and to wipe them out of the conversations, you kept on babbling everything from Mars to politics, from Murakami to mirages, from your 3am stories to what kept you awake till then. "You know this is going to be my favorite book forever", I said looking at you with a smile. You read them, my eyes and again you felt all silent. "I always wanted this story to be heard by you", you said after taking the pause. And I remember after that, how we both felt awkard. #yqbaba #uneditedverses #homelesspoet #home #conversations #aislesofpoetry
