An Orange Cloud

  I don’t want anyone waiting on me I would run to them if I have to Cuz I know how bad it hurts To wait for someone who won’t return   But hey I want you to wait for me I want you to cry for me I want you to be me for a day Be in my place just one day   Now tell me how it feels Does it hurt? Does it not? But we both know that it sucks To be the only one Who really cares In the first place   I just want to be home Home with you No more waiting Just together with you   Though it’s not possible I want to give it a try I don’t want to regret Not trying that night   Waiting for you and I To become us Well it’s not that simple   We can always stick them together Add a little sparkle And make our fantasy palace with no people   I’m waiting for us to be Not just some characters from a movie But “us” in the history To look back on our memories   Waiting for us to Look b...

 alternative title: why i love the stars I love the stars Because they tell me How small we are   How disappearance Doesn’t affect us all   How I can just vanish And people would still love me   They tell me how loving we are By being bright so far I look at them and Find tranquility   The night dark sky Doesn’t cloud the sky’s light   It’s still bright as ever It teaches me to be high forever   It tells me to Aim for it And maybe one day I can reach it   We are so insignificant Little happy humans Small cute creatures Trying to find love   I’m sure the stars Look upon us And smile to themselves Because we are so lovely   “Oh humans! Oh so little creatures! Always fighting for love, always wandering for love, always searching for love, while it was there all along, in their very own souls! When they notice it, it’s when they are at peace. Love is everywhere and so is...

November 26 th , 2022   How are we so different from machines? Machines are programmed to work and we are doing this ‘voluntarily’.   Trail Of Thoughts - 22 Today in economics class, there was a topic about biotic and abiotic components of the ecology. And the definition kind of surprised me. All living things are called biotic, but are all biotic things actually living? I remember when I was younger, the definition we had was more like “things that can breath, feel and grow” are biotic.   “Feel and grow”, I’m coming back to this.   In Telugu there are two words, jeevinchadam and brathakadam. They are both similar to the words in English, living and existing respectively.   People exist in this modern world but none of them are actually living in it. Living seems to be a dream and a wish for most of us. To be able to live our lives is a luxury while it should be a necessity.   There are a number of reasons for this to happen and the main...

 August 2 nd   You’re never too old to memorize, you can never escape memorisation . Be it phone numbers, otp’s, to do tasks etc. the only thing about it is that, it’s hard.   Trail Of Thoughts- 21 Sto-rini- 17 When I was younger, I was that one student who scored well in a language exam foreign to her. Hindi. Ever since I selected Hindi as my new second language after preschool of it being Telugu, I aced all my exams. Did I perform better than my fellow Hindi students? Yes. Did I get the highest despite being a Telugu speaker? Yes. Did I understand it? No. I can comprehend Hindi, meaning I can decode it pretty well, but encoding, it’s not my cup of tea. My Hindi is book-smart type. My vocabulary is nowhere to be used now. More like, nowhen to be used. Whenever I spoke in Hindi with my friends, I would use the textbook-old version of the word. It’s quite funny. For example, instead of saying, “Yoo dude, that class was fire!” I used to say, “Oh comrade of mine...

 no its not about tiktok. I feel like I’m living every second. Tick tock tick tock tick tock I used to live in minutes and now it feels right when I say "I've been waiting for 30 seconds!!" It’s like I can feel the time pass by and not run by.   I can hear the leaves rustling In the breeze I can see the ants Walking in a band   I can count The number of times The curtain hit the window   I can count the hair on the sheep While I count the sheep   I can see the pores on your skin While you walk past me   I can see your eyes move While you are in deep sleep   I can see your brain churning While you're on a whim   I can hear the fan In slow-motion   It’s almost uncanny How everything goes so slow Yet I always run out of time When I’m with you.   I can feel myself blinking Breathing Swallowing Moving Sweating Tapping Burning calories   The seconds I se...

  Our shadows on the wall When we were 7 of age We were so innocent and small But we didn't care   We danced We smiled We hadn’t a care in the world All we did was build "us" a future   Every other story we read Scared us to death When the people were separated But we tried our best to stay with each other.   Soon time proved us right We were meant to be We danced all night Just our presence made the world happy   We thanked the world On the day we have our vows It thanked us back by gifting Us a daughter so pretty   Soon she grew up With a pretty girlfriend We knew what she was up to But never said a word until she did   After years of togetherness Never feeling bored of one another   Like the shadows on the wall When we were so innocent and small Our daughter grew up loving love And spreading it with a dove   The shadows on the wall Were never wrong The walls wi...

  20th February   This is gonna be a leave letter Because I'm leaving your heart And I'm never coming back So imma leave this at the door   I started with a blue ink Ended with a black Like my heart with a red Ended dark   Started with the address Then hesitant at the name Cuz I don’t know who you are anymore   Door number Apartment name I know where you live But I don’t know if I can see you there   Because You seem to be changing Changing lives   You seem to be changing Changing smiles   Half the time I don’t know if it’s the same old you I fell in love with   Anyways, I wrote down the address From the piece of paper you passed to me In the class during a test You were ready to face the worst   Passing notes in secrecy To passing time dreaming your exit   Now it’s time for the subject The core of the letter   I write “leaving for the best” ...