Soaked, soaked in a world of thoughts…
They are not one, they are millions…
That originate as a dot and multiply at the speed of the light!
All running and twirling and curling…
Yes these doodles are beautiful to look at,
But they are a mystery to understand and solve…
‘O little thoughts’, please let me rest…
Let me breathe, let me sleep…
Somewhere between letting go of ‘the old me’ to being ‘the new me’;
Maybe, I lost the ‘real me’!
She did not have to tell him everything,
Neither did he ever ask…
But he sure knew how to put the smile back,
To where it always had to be!
No, they weren’t best friends sharing secrets…
But still there was just nothing that could define them!
The smile of my face,
Is a perfect perfect curve!
Not even the smartest,
Will be able to see behind it!
All the emotions that are sunk…
All the thoughts that are brewing…
Constantly popping and dumbling,
Like balls in a basketball court!
No they dont want to open up…
Only because the world will hit you right at your weakest point!
Boundaries are illusionary…
Precautions in this disastrous world!
He says its magic,
She says its an exception to their challenge!
Either ways, both win!
He will fight
He will tease
And never pamper!
He will scold
He will irritate
And never love!
He will hit
He will annoy
And never care!
That dose of mandatory never ending fights …
That cheers you up!
Just like a bulb does to a lamp!
Little did you know that is a special bond!
For even bitter gourd is better than sugar coated lies!