An Orange Cloud

  I feel like I need to Know a lot about you.   You’re like a box of mysteries. Waiting to be opened by me.   The way you talk The way you walk The way you look The way you move Everything about you Makes me intrigued.   You hide a lot, You need to speak aloud, You need to have your voices heard, You need to fly, you little bird, If you want people to understand you. And if you want to be understood.   Every time I talk with you, I feel like I’m talk to a different person each time.   You keep changing and changing, You don’t want people to know you for real.   You think the world would leave you If they knew the real you.   But I promise I’m never gonna take a step away from you Because I would be too busy embracing you, the real you.   You’re like a mysterious fairy flying in the woods You’re the kind of mystery I’d love to explore.   All I need is the key And find...

Today  I  was thinking of you, like always, while  I was  falling asleep.  A few years from now, we will get married, have children, get them married and have grandchildren.  By that  time  we would be retired. I want to buy a house on the outskirts with some land and a two-story individual house for us. I will stop dyeing my hair black and peer pressure you into stopping  too . You would look so handsome with grey/silver hair. I would oil my hair every day so that when I washed it,  it’d  be silky, curly and bouncy. We would be competitive about who has better hair  and  obviously, you will win because  you’re   handsome always . Our kids and their kids would  come  visit us during festivals and spend a week. I hope our kids come  visit  us for every festival. I hope we raise them right and that they love us truly.  During summer, our grandchildren would be dropped off by their p...

  Trail Of Thoughts- 30 I want to go to the beach with you at 12 in the morning. I would take multiple pictures of you, candid mostly. The moonlight, the breeze, the waves, the ocean sounds; everything feels so beautiful, just like you.   When the moonlight falls on you, your skin glows and you become even more handsome.   Your silky straight hair, parted in the middle, messy in the breeze, glows and shines as the dim street light ignites the area.   I bring my camera, fully charged to capture you smiling and looking very handsome. The solitude, the stars above us and your galaxy like eyes, all of these fill my heart with love, love towards you. You’re a lovely human.   I want to do what humans do when they’re in love. I want to wear a long skirt and run in the beach with you. I want to find shells in the sand. We can have a competition on who would find the prettiest shell. I will obviously win because you’re the pretti...

  If every time we kiss, we forget I’d kiss you a million times Because then, I can fall in love with you a million times.   Maybe a million and one. But it’d be sad, To take something romantic And turn it into an end.   A kiss to forget is a curse, Or a blessing in disguise.   To kiss you would mean the world to me But after, you’re just another human being.   All the efforts you’d take So I’d fall in love with you Would all be worth, Once I become your world. (Again)   A kiss to forget Is definitely not an end. Because we will learn to love In many other ways.   A kiss to forget, But not an end. I would magically remember Everything one day.   And that day, darling Is when everything falls together.   It is when I fall for you All over again, one last time.   And that is the million And first time.   But you, my love, Have been in love With me, for...

He is always saying that they have nothing in common but she, a sitcom addict, says that’s where magic happens.   Trail of thoughts- 23 When people are different, there is space between their hearts. One can say that their love for each other and them as a whole is common enough. But she says that the bridge that connects their soul is built by them with their own minds and hands. “If we have nothing in common, so be it. We can do or create hobbies that both of us can enjoy doing together”.   Maybe just love is enough, but are you sure?   He loves watching movies and series. He loves re-watching his favourites. She passes her time watching 20 minute recap of famous movies. She thinks movies today are lengthy without a story.   So, he made it his life’s mission to narrate her movies he watched, re-watched and loved so far. That works for both of them.   She loves writing. She writes poetry and sometimes stories. When she asks him to read th...

  I still remember the day I first saw you You looked so handsome all I wanted was to look at you   I remember how you passed by me And I’d throw a glance hoping you’d look at me   It was just a crush Never expected much   You seemed so cool The aura you carried with you Felt so mysterious too And I liked looking at you   The marbles moved closer together Only to be galaxies combined   Millions and billions of stars Twinkling and twinkling until dawn   Two astronauts colliding Was never even meant to be   The spaceships and the lands they’re from Felt so far though from the same earth   The stars were never meant to be But the constellation made them be   Shaped like a pretty little heart Connecting our two hearts   A story to be told to the audience Like a bedtime fairy tale   Summer nights were short for the world But in the space it’s always nights ...

  My eyes feel heavy, I can’t feel my body. I feel like I’m dying. I woke up not knowing how I even fell asleep. Was it even sleep I have woken up from? But first, why does my whole body ache like crazy? I can’t even open my fucking eyes. With all my might, I open them slightly. First thing I see is red coloured sand. Just sand everywhere, red precisely. Red mountains, red sky, red sandstorms, red ground, and red …… liquid? Is that blood? Am I bleeding?? I feel a metallic taste in my mouth. It is blood. I try lifting my hands and they’re painted bright red. I have been hurt badly. Don’t know how, don’t know when, and don’t know why.   Wait, why don’t I remember why or how? I don’t remember anything. Why is that? I go deep into my thoughts and suddenly a memory snaps. A car accident. There was a car accident. Trying to remember more things despite the severe headache and huge blood loss, I remember one more thing. I was with my boyfriend, Siddharth, in the very car that was in ...

   I'm naturally a speaker Someone who speaks a lot That they deserve a podcast And yearns to have a YouTube channel With just them spe aking All day, all night long   An extrovert With love for their voice A terrible singer With an awesome music taste A funny person With humour so dark And finally a loud one With too many jokes on board   The catch? It’s you   But with you, I want to be a listener I want to listen to you speak   You don’t talk a lot But when you do I just want to stare at you With love in my eyes   I may not be the best listener in the world I’m not used to keeping my mouth shut for long But for you, I’ll try to be even good And always trying to be better   I could easily spend hours Just with you And talking with you And listening to you   I want you to be talkative with me And only me And I’ll be your listener And yours only ~The End~ i have a hard time listening to people. sometimes i'm afraid i might be turning into an i...

  You’re my comfy zone The place I’d run to As soon as I reach home   You are my prize For the day’s work   You’re the daisy In my bouquet of roses   You’re the cool breeze On a hot summer day   You’re the hot cocoa On a cold night   You’re the movie night On a hard earned weekend   You’re the brownie edge So rich of chocolate   You’re the heart shaped cloud In the sky full of birds and rainbow   You’re the satisfying tape pull after a painting Filled with peach, pink, orange All my favourite colours   You’re the rain patter As I relax with a book   You’re the satisfaction I get When I complete a tough sum   You’re the ‘hence proved’ At the end of a difficult question   You’re the last minute idea That saves the whole plan   You’re the glow in dark patterns That gives me little joy   You’re the pole star In my night sky   You’re the chocolate ice-cream In the butterscotch stash   You’re the Netflix show...

 hii!   You make me wanna write all the love songs in the world You make me wanna learn how to dance to slow songs   You make me want to learn how to bake And maybe bake us a love cake one day   You are my muse for my poems You make me want to write You help me from writer’s block You make me wanna click pictures of the sky   I be looking at the blue, cloudy sky And wonder what you are doing Under the heavenly blanket Of gases and vapours perfectly set Above our heads.   I be looking at the children around me And wonder what how you are doing If you’re happy to be with me   I be looking at the chirping birds And wonder if you’re enjoying Your time with me   You’re my muse You make me want to feel How it is to love you And how it feels to be loved by you.   I be looking at the Easter eggs Nature provides Like those little heart leaves; Like those little heart rocks; Like those little heart puddles; Like those little heart clouds.   I be l...

 I couldn't decide which category to add this into so i decided to put two labels on it, 'trail of thoughts' and 'poems'. The former because this is my thoughts and the latter is because this was supposed to be a poem. Trail of thoughts- 6 (fun fact- my favourite single digit number is 6) I wanted to write a poem about how much I like you. But then I couldn’t find the rhymes to express how much you mean to me. So just enjoy this little letter/message from my heart to yours,   You make me smile with my heart and yes, you make me want to crack a joke just so I can see you laugh. You look so beautiful when you do. In case no one told you before, I love it a lot when you smile and a lot more when I am the one who makes you smile. Your words fill me with positivity, I don’t know how you do it but you’re really good at talking and making my day better. When I see your eyes, they remind me of a mysterious forest that I would, one day, like to explore. Maybe one day I will ...

Trail of thoughts-5 Whenever I think of love, a garden full of flowers appears in front of me. Beautiful, colourful, fresh, aesthetic, fragrant and in other word perfect.  There are a ton of varieties of flowers, all in fresh bloom and in their best efforts to look their best, to look the prettiest. The sky is no less. Clouds are competing with the flowers to look prettier on the other side, floating in perfect shapes. One in a heart, some as flowers, some as stars and a moon, few puppies and kittens, peacocks and many more. I'm not sure if they're flying or floating but I know they're sure enjoying themselves and in the same time me as well. I see those little birds chirping and singing with all their hearts and flying in unison, forming variety of shapes. For example, a V for the victory of our love.  The sun is shining with all the perfect shades of yellow and orange combined, playing it's role perfectly. The breeze is as peaceful as it can be.  An eternity could pas...

hope you like it as much as i loved writing it <3 Rain winter spring and summer, Gotta a lot of seasons in the calendar. But one of them is the best No breeze no stress on the chest. It's the autumn. The yellow leaves falling to the ground, Makes me want to go on a walk Crushing those fellas in a path not found. You're my autumn. You help me pour out my emotions You tell me it's okay to breakdown It's okay to fall down to the ground It's okay to leave Where you have been. It's okay to fly away From the sky and beyond To the payment on the ground As long as you're happy.  You don't always have to be  Up in the sky always green You can fall down,  You can become brown. You are my autumn. With you I can be slow. I can fall down to let it go. I need your hands to hold. My path is covered in yellow bedsheet It's tiring but never boring  With you, I can walk miles With you, I always smile. I want to get lost I want to stay on the path I want to be the o...