Wednesday, October 4, 2017

This Is The Story Of His And Her

This is the story of His and Her
Who fell in love with each other’s words
She was known for Her kind-heartedness
Yet Her written words were fiery and ferocious
He was known for His coquettish nature
Yet His written words were alluring and devotion

This is the story of His and Her
Who never met or even saw each other
She wondered: ‘Does he stuck out his tongue or frown while writing?’
He wondered: ‘What makes Her write those lonesome words?’
She never knew the intoxicating drink bring out His captivating poetry
He never knew her life resonated in those vehement yet deserted feelings

This is the story of His and Her
Who never realised they had fallen in Love
Knowing but never saying
Close yet distant
Together but never with each other
Incompleteness made them complete

This is the story of His and Her
Who when realised they are in love
She dared to sing,
*Not knowing what it was
I will not give you up this time
But darling, just kiss me slow, your heart is all I own
And in your eyes you're holding mine

He wanted an affirmation:
**Sticks and stones they may break these bones
But then I'll be ready, are you ready?
It's the start of us, waking up, come on
Are you ready? I'll be ready
I don't want control, I want to let go
Cause now it's time to let them know
We are ready
What about us?

This is the story of His and Her!

Sunday, October 1, 2017

I’m an introvert

“Please say those words again”, my heart begged
“Stop! Don’t you dare!” warned my brain
I want to say, “Fuck this world, I do too!”
But I keep my mouth shut
Because I’m an introvert

I watch those oh-so-perfect Instagram and FB posts
Heck! Why ain’t my life like that?
But I silently envy them
Because I’m an introvert

They said: Say no. I said No
They said: Say yes. I said Yes (which I shouldn’t)
But I live like a puppet
Because I’m an introvert

I’m very good in masking my pain
I hide the crevices well
But I won’t utter: WTH! It hurts
Because I’m an introvert

Each heart carries a story and feet walk on a journey
Some stories do not end well,
The feet never reach the destination
But I ignore them all
Because I’m an introvert

Even you say those words all over again
I want to say: "Yes! I really love you too"
But I would never confess
Because I’m an introvert