An Orange Cloud

  Aditya   I’m very observant. Well, not to flex but I can notice little things easily. And since I don’t speak a lot, I don’t come off as such. Why, you ask? I really don’t know. I just don’t like exhausting myself by expressing myself a lot. What’s gonna happen if I do speak to others? It’s not like they will solve anything. Then why speak at all?   It’s also a win-win for me. I don’t get to speak and I can protect my chords (vocal I mean) from getting f-ed up. Sorry for the bad language. I can’t speak badly at home and not even here?   *bREAkiNG tHE fOrTH wALL* Rini: I’d like to keep it family friendly, Aditya.   Oh. Can I say once more? Hmmm f off.   Ok, anyways. I am not violent though. I do (used to) fight, only in the ring, not outside, my couch is very and I mean very strict about that. TMI much?   It’s currently 8:20 am. I just bid bye to my mom who was smiling warmly, a well meant smile. She is a petite woman in ...

  I watch you fall in love While I save myself. Its heart wrenching To see someone waiting And you know you won’t Take them to their home.   I am not sure if I want you To fall for me Because it feels nice To be admired.   But then again, I can’t Torture you with The pain that comes with love.   The pain that comes with loving And not being loved back.   I read the books that Explain all sorts of Loves and their paybacks But never experienced one.   I watch you cry for me While I smile without glee. I’m not sure what to do Except to say I told you so.   I watch you break for me But I’m not the glue you need.   I watch you become a hero But I’m not you’re heroine.   I watch you become the devil for me But I’m not the angel in the sky flying.                       ...

5th july, 2022  “But sometimes, when I look in her eyes, that’s where I find A glimpse of us”   But why is that the glimpse of us Is painted in red but not of love   Almost as if we were Never meant to be together   Like a boomerang You came back my life   But I was still bruised by the Love you gave me before   I guess the glimpse of us That you saw in my eyes Told you to forget us And go back to you and me   The picture in red All over my head Never showed a Tint of rose   Roses are red And so is blood Pink meant love And red always hatred   Cuz every time when you look in my eyes You see a glimpse of the picture Painted in red Separating you and I   It was never us Always us Fighting for love Something we never had For each other, oh   I called you my home And you did the same But it was just a door To the unrequited love.   The glimp...