The white t-shirt sticks to his body, Gripping every curve of his muscles he has built, While his longish hair is curled up, Giving it a twist. He shakes it off at me, Teasing me before he even comes close, I only grin at him, As I read him like a prose. His stubble tickles my neck, While he leaves kisses of droplets, He smells like rain and now, me, Living an unforgettable scene. song in the background: tum se hi from jab we met

I liked that he reassured me, When I had doubts, And questions which seemed unanswerable, I liked that he didn't frown, With all my silly overthinking, I liked how he didn't call it silly, How he saw it as innocence, How he saw me with those honest eyes, Believing this version of me that stood vulnerable in front of him, I liked how he didn't run, I liked how he had abundance of faith, In everything being okay, Despite the world falling at our feets irrevocably, I liked how h

I am a memory keeper, And a whimsical memory creator, Doing intentional things, To remember, As plot twists, In new chapters of life, I am a memory keeper, And I keep it forever.

I feel like, Life is getting tougher with each passing day, And I'm getting tired, Of attempting random surprise tests thrown at me by the universe, Along with the planned ones, For which I am not prepared at all, Honestly, there isn't even a syllabus, I could memorise, I am good at that, universe knows, How am I going to make it past the -ber months?

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Some moments in life are priceless, Like the exact moment you see the moon rise, From behind the clouds, And stand with your best friend,...

As life goes by, I have realized, I like my mornings slow, With a book, A little bit of journaling, And a lot of peace. Without my phone,...

Under dramatic skies, With quick winds, He stands on his terrace watching, The rain pour, Until his eyes see her, On another terrace, Few...

When you want to become someone new, There is a lot of unbecoming that happens too, With a lot more unknowns, Than known factors, A lot...

Wait, why am I defending you? Like you're the main character of a book, And I'm the villian, The one who starts the drama, The one...