Infinite in every direction!
The best place?
Can’t be described!
The best moment?
Cannot be expressed!
The best smile?
Would have no reasons to it!
Unconditional love?
Has no defination!
The best conversation?
Can’t be replicated!
You get me?
The best things cannot be spoken of!
When a few questions remain unanswered,
Maybe it’s best to leave it there!
Because you never know,
The best is always left unsaid!
When you feel happy at the moment,
But know it wouldn’t be till the end…
What would you do?
Go with the flow as they say…
Or analyse and step ahead!
A conversation that starts with nothing on the mind and ends with everything that is in the heart!
It’s the game of numbers…
…
The numbers on the meter reading to be low,
And the time spent with loved ones to be more!
The expected time of arrival to be less,
While the time whaling around to be more!
…
The number on the weighing scale be less,
The number on the giraffe one to shoot up!
The losses to be minimal,
While the amount being credited high!
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The adrenaline level to be high,
While the fatique at its minimum!
O dear it’s all a game of numbers,
Some small some big that we love!
It’s hard to be believe
How you just easily read eyes!
Everytime I get aloof
You pull me back!
The dots helped her sketch…
When she was young!
…
Little did she know,
Experiences and learning…
Would serve as dots…
And complete a picture called life!
If I were a fountain pen…
I’d feed on whole colours,
And beautifully write them!
…
If I were a fountain pen…
I’d be every childs’ pride,
And happy to be a bride!
…
If I were a fountain pen…
Humans would know,
Inspite of leaking,
I would be their best friend!
When the brain maintains a distance…
It’s only the heart that melts,
Taking it back to the world,
Only to get trapped, yet again!
Just when the heart gets detached,
There’s a new test!
And just when it begins to smile,
There are miles to learn!
Barkha Ruparelia 