Because of someone like me.

Love is something which is close to my heart

It is also close to your heart

It is a universal feeling

Felt by all

Loved by all

Missed by all

Adored by all

But then, there are the lucky ones

Who get to live their whole lives

With the love of their life

Oh! So beautiful!

What a great sight to see them together always

I feel jealous

I feel guilty for not having an ever-lasting love

I feel guilty for letting the chance go by

I feel dreadful for knowingly saying  goodbye

Because I know I won’t find someone like you

EVER!

But I had to be selfish

I had to think about me first

Because I also won’t find someone like me too!

P.S.: How is this free-verse poem? Please do let me know. Have you ever been in such a situation when you had to prioritize yourself before your love? How did you cope with this? Happy last 2 days of February ❤

At lightning speed..

“Love comes slow
And it goes so fast”
These are the lines of
Let it go by Passenger
And it is so true
Love came at the speed of
A tortoise
And left at rabbit’s pace
At lightning speed
May be it ran over me
And didn’t even care
To look and see whether
The victim is injured
Or dead
Or whatever
Just went away
Realizing that staying
Would put it in uneccessary trouble
And I am the victim
Don’t have much say in all this
So let me go
Get myself admitted
Enjoy TV and beautiful nurses
The pain of syringes in the bum
The faces of friends and relatives
Whom I haven’t met or talked to
In like eons 😀
All coming for sympathy
Due to accident
Some bothered about the rash driver
But no one could see the inside injuries
The flowers and Get-Well-Soon cards
Helped somewhat in recovering
But I am just not yet over love
The lightning speed with
Which it went and didn’t even say
Good-bye !

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Those days of Exams!!

Those days of academic life,

Those ringing of bells,

Those “START WRITING” & “PUT YOUR PENS DOWN”,

Those days of collecting the syllabus,

Those all night preparations,

Even though we didn’t know the answer then,

Those days of exams were good,

Because now,

We don’t know the center of examination,

Or the subject/chapters of exams,

Or even the invigilator,

Or even the passing marks,

Or even the language of question paper.

But exams are there,

More tougher and can’t-afford-to-fail exams,

Because these exams will determine the course of our life,

These exams decides who stays in our life and who says good-bye,

These exams gives us the taste of all the feelings in this world,

These exams comes unknocked and leaves us unspeakable,

These exams will either MAKE or BREAK us,

These exams will DEFINE us,

These exams are US.