STILL

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We always tend to touch each other

I don’t know if it’s craving for each other

I’m scared to let out the truth

I’m confused about my feelings for you

I still want to touch you

I want to be friends with you

I don’t want to grow old with you

I still want to kiss and caress you

I don’t want to cry for you

I still want you to be beside me

I don’t feel jealous when you look at other girls

I still don’t understand you

I don’t want to lose you at the same time

I still want you to hold my hand

I don’t want to stay with you for one more second

I still want you to change for me

I don’t want you to stay holed up in your four walls

Maybe my feelings for you are twisted

I still want the best for you

Daze

I see the same stars in the distance

The off-centre roof with the same old sky

Sounds and people are different

I walk the streets with curiosity plastered

The calm dead empty streets

The road doesn’t seem to end for a while

I want to let it all out

None to wipe my tears

I miss my old life

Maybe this is for the best

 

 

SEEM

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I wake up to the early sunrise

I have so many thoughts enveloped within my tiny skull

I can’t seem to walk in a straight line

My words seem wobbly throughout the conversation

My senses seem to be out of control

My interests seem to be engulfed by the void

I am willing to partake any job ahead

My heart is calling out to take a break from the world

My mind is about to fire neurons and drown itself in them

My eyes doesn’t seem to care a lot these days

But I still have a life to fulfil and it doesn’t seem to avoid me

PEOPLE

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We always race against time
We try to be understanding in our own way
We love and hate what we do
We enjoy the little things that come our way
We have our way in few situations
We all have little selfishness and jealousy in us
We put the one’s first whom we love the most
We like to dress ourselves prettily
We love being adored
We hate being lectured
We regret doing mistakes
We always wish few things to be in our favour
We all like to dream big
We all have our own different paths to walk on
We are all compassionate about our not-so-easy-going life
And the irony is how we still hold on to the thread so tightly