You held me like a glass doll, Thinking you are a knight saving me from shattering, But, is it really me that you are protecting? Or your own armored self? With arsenal of questions I have collected till now, Are you safe under the layer of your thoughtful shield, Swinging swords on a glass doll, Hoping you could save me from breaking. you know which ones are for you, right? :P

Sitting under the moonlight, Watching the ball being passed, Even the clouds are surprised at this sight, What did the heart really think you might ask. The reasons are plenty and none, None that make sense anyway, Blue as the moon is tonight, Once in a blue moon is today.

The journey to this place was full of realizations, questions, doubts, fear, anxiety and courage. I have no idea from where I found courage, because, the other feelings were almost overpowering the bravery I had hidden in me. So, with the constant questions while planning and actually being on the road to this place. were, "Why am I going there? Why is this place calling me? What am I going to do there? Why am I going there????" on a loop. And, right when I saw the mountains

Nothing stops me from day dreaming scenarios that won't happen in real life, And I like to stay a lil bit delulu anyway, So... [he rushes past me. bumping me from behind, not realising who he's passed by. but, as soon as his body touches mine, even so unintentionally, i know, it's him. and it's confirmed, it is, when he breezes past me, mumbling a sorry. so, i say, a little too loudly, because, i want him to hear me say, "it's okay, (insert name here because i can't think of

The sky looked dreamier than ever, With soft cotton like cumulus clouds floating all over, Indicating the changes arriving shortly, And I see a plane, At approximately 5000 ft high above me, Flying over and amongst the clouds, "They must be having such a great view" I thought, "I have such a great view of them" I changed my perspective.

Like dried flowers in old books, Are our conversations, Written, heard, documented like history, Noted, smiled, laughed upon like a story. Like dried flowers in old books, Are our photographs, Captured, frozen, still like history. Witnessing, memorizing, enchanting like a story.

I've been taking it slow, Letting it ruminate, Rather than going with the flow, Snoozing alarms, And dodging deadlines, Running away, And circling back checking the same lines, Moving ahead, And looking back at the same time, Not moving on, Neither staying behind.

The sky is a beautiful shade of blue, With a dreamy AQI, And dreamier clouds, Making the scene in front of me, dreamiest. But the temperature is unbearable, The sun glaring down ruthlessly, And every drop of water and sweat evaporates in seconds. Soon, the rain will follow, Soon, the sky will disappear, Soon, it won't be this hot.

The version of me, Who has survived, These last four days, Of extensive character development, With bunch of realisations, A tough test of patience, Moments of clarity, Hope dwindling, Then making me feel alive with it, Is no longer recognisable, After everything that has happened. This new version of me, Is someone I haven't met completely yet, Can't wait to love her too.

I keep walking to points of no return, And I often find myself staring into darkness, Screaming silently, Wondering if anyone can hear me, Hoping they do, Hoping they don't, As they see me, Even in this darkness, Pretending not to.

I try to steal, Moments of calm, In the chaos of life, Under decorative skies, Spending each sunset, With hope that everything is eventually, Getting figured out, Even though it seems, Far from it now.

I've been waiting for him for days now, And he sneaks upon me, Today, with no warning, no intimation, no hint, Just walking up to me silently, Snaking his hands all over my waist, His face resting in the nook of my neck, My shoulders getting silly butterfly kisses, And his breath going haywire with every second, Seems like he missed me as much as I missed him.