An Orange Cloud

  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 ...

  We moved houses. For my sake. Trail Of Thoughts- 19 Sto-rini- 15 Shifting is a really huge thing to do. “Pack what you need” is heard as “pack whatever you want”. And what do I want? Everything. My main goal when I was given 2 boxes to pack my stuff was to fit everything into those 30X60cm boxes (I measured).   I put everything my naked eye could see. Books I studied in the past two years, diaries I managed to write for the past 2 years, toys I played with for the past, well my whole life, stuff I grew up around my whole life, gifts I received from people in the past few years, little “litter” (to my parents) in the corner of the cupboards, the sticky notes I pasted (with glue) on to the doors of my cupboard, the picture of god I plastered onto the other door of my cupboard, those little stickers I got from chocolates I bought with my brother and friends, those sticky notes I put up in my study room on the most stressful days of my life, those little cards I collected ...

  I was an arrogant boy I knew that but didn’t change it I like- no love myself More than anyone else   Back when you confessed It wasn’t a surprise Everyone loves me and that’s a fact For I'm the cool guy in a high school act   I was that handsome guy In my previous school But soon I had to change And my popularity died   I didn’t like you But accepted you It was because you were popular So that I can climb the social ladder   Soon my wish came true But I missed a critical clue I had to like you back How did I miss that?   I probably didn’t like you Didn’t even bother to   You weren’t my type I didn’t like being seen with you But I had to cuz we were The popular couple   I wanted it to be secret But you were a speaker   I thought maybe once you’re happy I didn’t have to put so many Efforts and can leave you to be And enjoy my popularity   But I was wrong ...

  I think we all want to be a broken clock some time. Let me explain.   Trail Of Thoughts - 18 Today I woke up and noticed that one of our wall clocks was not working. And I thought, “huh, to stop in time, must be a fantasy”. And my second thoughts were “I should get some batteries!”   The point is I wanted to be like a broken clock and stop in time. You know, have a break because all my batteries dried up.   The clock that was ahead of everyone for 10 minutes is now behind everyone and everything for 10 hours. And I liked that, and wished for it. I wanted to be behind everyone, take a long break and resume like nothing even happened. Resume, in the sense of picking up where i left off at that very moment and not days after.   I may have identified myself with the clock broken clock and wished to be on hold while I get a battery change. But until then, I’m defying all the laws of time and science. It’s not an escape of any sorts. Just a tiny li...

  Sto-rini- 14 It was back in 2019; I was studying 9th. The academic year had just begun and we were all breathing the air of relief because of the 8th class storm. We had public exams in 8th, our first exposure to outside correction and the new type of stress due to pressure.   9th class was our step to freedom after the battle. As storm passed, calmness spread. Little did I know, it was the sign for yet another storm that was to come, but this time it was coming for me.   "A new student has joined in 9th A", announced my class teacher, we got excited. I still remember that day, crystal clear. She waddled in, shy and sat behind me. On her first day, we swarmed around her introducing ourselves. I remember my first words to her, "Nice to meet you. My name is Rini".   We shook hands. It wasn't firm, she was rather weak. She was slim. Not too thin, not too fat. Just the right type. She had a fair complexion, clear skin, thick hair, smooth hands, beautif...

 The first time I actually try to use my heart Everything starts falling apart   I hate to be emotional Risking one thing for all   It’s scary how some people are like this On a daily basis   It’s scary how they handle it so well Few minutes through and I'm already in hell   Now I know why she was so hurt While she could leave it She held on to it   I thought she was crazy For being so attached to someone It’s a waste of time Might as well work hard in life   Waiting for hours for a reply And I text without an ounce of shame They’re probably busy I say while I deny That they probably don’t even remember my name   I hate to start the convo Hate to stay online I hate to be the only one To keep the convo going   But, I like you. I'm doing this for you   I hate it. I hate to say it I hate to admit it But I hate to deny it I hate to like you.   ~The End~ i wrote this back in 2021, i guess. i was emo back then. kind of an extra entj. i ha...

  Hey!   So insomnia struck me last night and I want to share the whole story.   Sto-rini - 13 the devil's number indeed Last night I was so sleepy so I went to bed a little earlier than usual. Usually I would hit the pillow and my brain kinda like shuts down, sometimes manual sometimes automatic. This time as well, as it was shutting down it didn’t feel like usual.   I shut down, but my thoughts kept on going and believe me when I say they make no sense. Like it’s a whole story and it keeps on moving not staying at one place. Once I would be in a spaceship hitting the asteroid and next I’m in lunch with some extra terrestrial creatures and planning for earth’s dooms day. This is not the weirdest shit yet, my head just hurt so much and I knew why too, because I’m thinking. It’s not even dreaming, I’m just thinking weird sh.   It’s as if my brain has become a whole different person and started thinking for its own. That scared me, more than anythi...