Calling Of An Impatient Heart

Are you hiding? 

Or am I? 

I cannot play this hide n seek anymore, 

I do not want to be lost in those eyes, 

I don’t want to be drown in those tides, 

Tides of my dreams, 

Funny that I see my dreams come true, 

Every time I look into your eyes, 

The sky is blue, 

The cloud is white, 

The water is colorless, 

I never wondered why. 

But I always wondered, 

What makes you smile? 

What will make your eyes look at me? 

Even if it’s for a little while 

  

I am doing the search, 

And I am alone in my search party, 

Are you an angel or an extraterrestrial? 

Cause you are way out of this earth 

  

I see stars 

How cheekily romantic thing to say?   

But I see Galaxy of stars 

Every time when I see you smile, 

I fly, 

I jump, 

I feel my heart pump, 

My heart stops for a while, 

Every time I see you smile, 

But the sky is still blue, 

And the water is still wet, 

Will your eyes look at me? 

Just tell me, 

  

How much do I have to wait? 

Stranger

I will look for you

I know you don’t exist

But I will wait for you

You are freedom

You are a lie

That I would prefer to devour like a truth

I love you

And I have no clue

Of your being

Because you are too perfect

That makes me doubt your existence

Oh You, the perfect you

I wish you were a Person I could expect

At my door or on a Phone may be

In my Life under a full fledged trance

I wish My life is You

You are not beautiful

No you are not beautiful

Because in my imagination

You have no Photo with a Duck Face

May be you have a close up

But the picture doesn’t show what you are not

Oh you, Not so beautiful you!

I wish I was false

and Everything that starts with you are true!

I wish This Poem was You!

Featuring Rebecca For The First Time In My Blog.

My weird desire

I want to go to prison. I know my first line shocked you, didn't it?

So from where has this dangerous/weird idea come to my mind you may think.

A lot of people complain about not having their freedom but what the real value of freedom actually is, does anybody ever think about that? People do not see the freedom they have, but whine that they do not have the freedom to do anything if they are restricted or even suggested against anything they wish to do. I believe I am no different than the regular complaining person; about how I don't have the freedom to do anything I want to do. So getting back to my want to go to prison, why so? For once I want to be aware of how it feels actually to be deprived of all your freedoms all at once, even the basic freedom of wearing and eating what you like, living your life being caged like a wild animal in the zoo, having to spend your days and nights bounded inside the walls and the bars. May be after that I will start appreciating the freedom and the finer things I have in my life, and most probably stop complaining and whining about the small things in life?

In order to have this experience I do not want to commit any crime or do any kind of illegal stuff, but just want to experience the life behind the bars.

Yes, I do know I am weird; you don't have to tell me that, haha!

Question?

"I am confused whether Love means 'exchanging sexual favors and compromising one another's belief and holding on to an illusion called trust.'

Or 'Is it just loving someone's way of living life when that someone respects your life too while momentarily enjoying bliss of Sexual congress and holding on to reality called faith while Respecting each other's faith?'"

Only If I Could Put It In A Right Way!

The Sky Is Blue

I tried to catch you

When you were just another

falling star

I was bound to miss the sight of,

How foolish of me to

see the dream come true

before closing my eyes

Sky is dark

Stars are white

Clouds are grey

and the moon is shining bright

I want to hold you till eternity

But it just doesn't feel right

What does it take

for me to live in the realm of ‘reality’

Why do I have to ask for more?
When I have reasons to stay complete

Why do I have to beg?

Why am I so incomplete?
Is it you who can complete me?

What am I waiting for?

The sky is blue,

And the clouds are white,

the grasses are green,

How am I supposed to complete myself?

If you are not the one I can win

Aayush