a random loser's story

someone's voice keeps on echoing in your mind throughout the day, her face seems so pretty even when shes crying n sad, u die for that caring touch. theres a smile on your face when u hang up the phone. you go to sleep but end up changing sides all night n ultimately sleep, hoping that she might meet in your dreams.

you miss her every day, each n every single moment, u kno, fragrance of her presence linger around u. you r high on the most addictive drug of this universe. high all the time.
only you know how it feels when u imagine her "being the sun in someone else's sky".
n then somehow curtain falls, wind comes n blows it all away.
the next day, u wake up n still cant believe that its all gone. she dont want to be there by your side.

u end up being a fuckin loser.

please dont call it "love". I really really hate that word.
its such a manipulated, misinterpreted and misunderstood word.

she is still there n u r still here. she smiles. she waves at you. u try to ignore.
but u still give a fake hollow smile.... n jus walk on.

oh yeah I forgot to mention, for a day, he'd like to roam, n stay inside her heart.. just want to c how she feel things. he wanna feel her side, he wanna see her thoughts taking shape. he wants to drill through her soul n make somethin out of it. maybe a reason from her side. for him to forget everything that still makes him die inside..
but we never forget the things n moments, which we dont want to remember.
such a beautifully sad irony it is.
its an art to live with pain.
he feels nothing these days. Just like Black, like absence of all other colors.
rusty cage of same old things around. release me

There are times, some people visit our mind and heart for a very very short period...
but then rain stoppped n I lost that smell of wet soil.
And someday suddenly out of the blue moon they show up n say HI!!!..
Rain starts falling again but now tables have turned.. they are still the same n you are changed
u kno, changed so much... that u dont want to remember what u were.
that SHORT real PERIOD will always remain an untouched golden dream.
I will always miss THOSE rainy days.