At the same abandoned coffe shop,
Where we first met,
When it was functioning with all it's staff and people,
Sitting on the same corner table,
Where I proposed you,
Without concealing my love from you and society,
Trying to write to mure our murk memories,
Like "Raj malhotra" did for his love, (BAGHBAAN)
Trying to comprehense our non-pariel love story,
& inspecting it through Shakespeare's eyes.
I've realised that writings has finally became
a nostrum for me to forget you,
&though I'm not good at physics at all,
But, I'm sure that the theory by people,
i.e. love is like a normal on reflecting surface,
At which whatever you'll give will reflect to you,
Is totally wrong.
Instead I've found,
Love is a normal but on a refracting surface,
Where if you 're lucky enough then only you'll get back love,
Or else you'll piss off yourself loving someone else.
& in my case,
I'm from the unlucky ones,
And now as any other heartbroken person,
I became a writer too,
Writing to put all the shipwrecked pieces of my heart,
And trying to endure the pain given by you,
And writing about your good images
Comparing you with rose,first rain,
And killing me and my feelings,
But,I'll keep writing as I promised to you,
Doesn't matter how much it's hurting me,
And,finally just wanna let you know,
That though you broke my trust,
My love is still intact for you,
And you can come again whenever you need a friend,helper and most importantly love.....
Book Of Destiny
When I was a kid,
My father used to tell me,
About the stories of success and destiny,
& I was to young to understand,
What the word "Destiny" means,
And on asking about it my father replied that destiny means fixed future,
That made me fascinated,
And one day while telling me some more stories,
He mentioned about a book,
"Book Of Destiny" is its name,
Now,I don't why it sounded so cool to me,
But,that made me more fascinated about it,
I kept making grandiose fantasies about that chimara,
And,kept on finding it at every possible place,
So,after applying bone breaking effort,
When,I was unable to find it.
I went back to my father,
& simply asked,"Dad,where will that Book Of Destiny can be found?"
And,my father don't want me to know about it,
Before my age of understanding about it,
So,he simply smiled at me,
Saying,"my child just keep on searching and one day you'll find it out way soon."
So,after getting an unsatisfactory answer I returned to my room & made a wish to get this book,
From that day,I kept trying and praying for that book,
And,when I came to my +1 and chosen my stream,
My dad gifted me a book named as"Book Of Destiny"
After getting this dream as a present,
I eagerly opened it and found nothing,
It was just a blank diary,
Which was just named as BOOK OF DESTINY,
and after that extreme level of joy,
I found complete disappointment,
But,the words of my father after giving me that present confused me more,
That this is your very owned Book Of Destiny,
So,I started searching for it again,
& after 2 years of efforts,
I, found my Book Of Destiny,
Yes,it was that diary which my father gave to me,
& I found this fact too,
That this is not a book,
Its just a diary which will be blank,
Till,you write your words of destiny in it,
& at the end of this diary,
You'll definitely find you very owned one...
lust in love
Don't ever say she never loved you,
Don't you even dare,
I'll kill you if you'll spread rumours about her,
I don't know her,
But,I know this,that her love was true for you,
If you think she's a cheater,
I dare you,I dare you to go into your room and look at yourself in the mirror and ask yourself that who you are?
I know that it's your reflection and it'll not answer,
So let me give this opportunity,
So,you are a small-minded person,
Who abrogates the girl who loves you,
On what she should wear,
You're the one who judges girls on the basis of their cloths,
You're the one from those 99 percent creeps of the men's society who don't allow their sisters to chat with any boy,
But,want to talk to a girl whole night,
You're the one who beat the girl who loves you in the name of love,
And,even after that immense level of torture she respcts you,
Then,how can you say she doesn't love you,
You told me about one of those stories,
When she was on her menstruations,
And you forced her to sleep with you,
She said no many times,
And at the end she slept with you after that deadly pain too,
& she been submissive,
after all the things you did to her
she was submissive even after that eternal pain,
And now you're saying that she's a slut and character less,
She isn't but try to recall that she said no,
But,it was you who forced her,
So,for the sake of your love,
She did it,
And accepted that pain too,
So,before saying anything about her,
Let me say it very clearly to you,
That she isn't characterless but you are.
And you are the one who doesn't deserve to be with a girl of such beautiful nature,
And remember one thing,
When lust comes in between love,
Love becomes a crime,
society vs. me
I haven't seen you crying,
Unless I talk about those nights full of stars,
When you and me were alone on terrace,
Laughing on each and every stupid decision of our lives,
& that were too of joy,
I haven't seen you crying from then,
But,today when I saw you doing that,
My heart broke down,
My soul got shattered into millions of pieces,
I just wanted to b with you today,
Just giving you a tight hug and a shoulder to cry on,
But,this is something my destiny don't want me to do,
Because I'm on this side of screen,
Thousands of miles away from you,
Caged inside a small world,
Carrying the pressure of work,religion,culture,and life.
Our paths are different,
But,I want to come to you,
But,my Destiny doesn't want me to do this,
I know in order to reach to you I have to enter in
The rat trap of love,
& once I entered in this,
The spikes of society & reality will tear apart,
Each and every cell of mine...
That love can't be expressed in a phrase,
Neither in words,
Nor in poems,
It's just a thought of writers who imagine it to be perfect,
& try to write it's concerns..
that it is perfectly imperfect.
it's something that's not kinda picture perfect,
but,it's something that makes that picture of life perfect.
It's as imperfect,
As our humanness,
It's a bit quirk,
It's like lighting a match in rainfall..
It has some infinitesimal details,
Like the curls around your smile,
And the wrinkles at the corner of your eyes..
It's not in candle lit meals,
That's just fancy restaurants and stomach,
Or spending night just talking to each other on phone,
It's in spending night in arms of beloved,
Under the open skyfull of stars..
It's a permanent attachment to a temporary person.
And It's good to found a imperfect love,
'Coz that's what you have to make it,
....😍😍your kinda perfect😍😍....
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