The V Word

  Staring at the ceiling I count  To feel the time pass by Living an engrossed life Made me forget the presence of it The feel of looking at the night sky  And thinking of stars as my ancestors  Come to think of it, when did I grow so much? That I forgot these moments surround me everyday Making me feel more alive  But being too occupied in the shell of life attainment I overlooked what living a life truly is!

 Happy to be with you Could it be any better than this To have you by my side  Laughing and teasing each other With a little glitter of love and fight Trying to be careless in a world full of responsibilities  Where everyone’s trying to be snow in between the dust Being happy in the world of us  With sparkling fear of the reality  But coping up with everything with the clouds speed To be the true with each other With flavor of bitterness of the world Living in the moment  Just so remember the day in the future And swaying away the worries  Like the wind does on a swing

staying up in night i wonder what it felt to be a child again trying to gather memories  of what i did when i was a child thinking whether that mischievousness was enough  could have i laughed a little more to cry a little less today if i could have changed the past would there had been a leaf not turned? just to end up coming today  thinking of changing things all over again

she sits in the darkness in a way it fits her so well a blooming flower now dried up but the soil still tries to make her bloom she was a cotton of black soil sown in sandy soil to be a cactus!

 time flies by  but the feelings i have why don't they? every minute i overthink a thought hoping it might change what i feel but then my feelings  they heighten up  i cant accept what i feel because for the one i feel i don't wanna let him know how bad it hurts to see him leave.

  You too find it difficult in moving on right? I find moving on a good thing for myself. The next time you come in a relation of any kind let i be a friendship or your parents siblings or relationship with your partner, you can easily find out the things which your previous relationship made it end and make you think that this one would end up like that too, so you try to go slow and prefer not to make the same the mistakes like the last one. But some of the people find it difficult and nearly destroy themselves for someone who doesn't even think of them once, for them, they are stuck there at that moment only whereas you need to be like  time, whatever happens you need to keep moving on regardless of how you feel for whom you feel. If the other person could live happily after all the shit between the two why the hell do you suffer then? Why don't we think of those days as happy days which will now happen with someone else? Half of the people in love right now would somehow ei

do you cry too? do you make mistakes?  do you love someone and learn to let that person go? do you expect something from someone? do you feel hurt when they don't match up to it? i too feel the same feels like everyone does 'coz we all are the same imperfect but humans

sitting in the balcony in the cold winter night inhaling the breeze with a cup of coffee in my hand it's hard to not remember you but what's more hard is   accepting that i won't be able to talk to you the moon shining at its brightest showing me light in the dark but not helping me find my way back to you  the coffee strikes me in the throat but the taste of your lips is still on my tongue

Reading this word would have made your adrenaline rush through your body. Isn't it? Why is is that we can not talk about the word SEX openly? It does not only mean having a dick in a vagina or other ways around but also it states the gender of an organism. I remember back when in some application it used to be written sex instead of gender, there was something which I went through and I dont know why. You see there isn't something to be ashamed of saying, it is the only reason why we are born and are living a life, a happy life. Imagine your parents being shy to do it like the way you smirk when you hear the word sex, you would not have been born then. We are not ashamed when we abuse others related to their mom sisters or on their character, instead we laugh at those miserable words but when someone says they have had sex why do we act like as if we control their actions? He/she wanted and they did it. Why do you talk to someone because you wish to, so caan not a normal perso