Good Things

So my friend read my blog. He says 'Dude you showed your anger, show your love'. Well i don't know about love. Let me just try.

I love that girl. I most definitely do. She gets me racing. She makes my heart pound. But i don't have the same effect on her. Maybe this thought has took over me. I can't get it out of my head.

Every-time i try to think about her, 'She's never going to get with you' rings in my head. And all i feel is hatred and anger. I'm optimistic about everything in life, except getting her. I haven't popped the question yet but i know the truth.

This post had to be of love and i started off with hatred again. I can't think of anything when it comes to love. Its just her name that rings in my mind when i hear the word. I get lost. My heart beats faster than anything can. She makes me go weak in my knees. She has an effect on me, an effect that even the strongest of drugs can't have.

All moments spent with her are etched in my mind. Whether good or bad, they're mine. Small little memories are strewn around the floor of my mind. I try to sweep them away, but they're too strong. I love you too much.

I fought with you. For no reason i spoke shit. My bruised ego got the better of me. I'll have to destroy this ego before it destroys me. I didn't talk to you for a long time after that fight. Only i know what i went through.

I couldn't face my own bloody self for saying all that. Everytime i read your name in my phonebook i tried to press Call. But i couldn't. With which face would i have called you? The face of a bloody loser who's bruised ego drives his actions?

It was the worst month of my entire life. Everyday filled with the emptiness of not being able to feel you. Of not hearing your voice. I was as bad as a drug addict out of his daily dose.

But you still forgave me. I can never forget that. You gained respect in my eyes. Only a few people have and you're at the top. You still talk to me like nothing ever happened. You still tell me all your lame bullshit stories with the same keenness.

You're still the same. How can i not love you? How can i not go crazy about you? How can i stop the million dollar smile which fucking covers my face when my phone flashes your name? I cannot. The truth is, I love you too much.

The Chick i Couldn't woo

Fuck you bitch. That's basically what i want to say to you. But i can't. I won't be able to ever. Because i love you too much. I don't use the word love often. Its too big. It deserves to be used with respect. Coming back to you.

You're such a bitch. You always have it your way. Never let another person out-shadow you. Never let me have it my way. And you're so weird. Its always so weird talking to you.

There's nothing to talk of most of the time. It makes me wonder if you're what i want. But then, you turn me on like no other think can. You set my heart racing like no other person does. But never let me get close to you. Never. I wish i could crack you. See your inner self. The mantle-ness you're hiding. But i'm never able to.

And you're not interested in me. Hell. You're interested in another asshole. It makes me think if becoming an asshole would make me get you. But then again, i'm too proud a person to change for you. Plus there's no guarantee i would get you. People say drink your ego and you'll have success in love. But why can't i have you love me for what i am.

 Maybe you're not the right one for me. I don't even list as one of your close buddies. Its dis-heartening. But i've learnt to live with it. The occasional feeling of emptiness, i can handle. I think i'm emotionally strong enough to go through all this.

 Not having you doesn't hurt me. What hurts me is that an asshole is close to you. Yes thats a dagger in the heart. But the pain lasts only for a minute.

I read a similar kind of confession somedays back. I wondered why that person use to write about his ex in it. Now i understand. There's always this third person in the story. And that person always gets the attention.

Yes the pain. It only lasts a minute. I recover from it pretty soon. I read somewhere the pain of separation from your beloved is the worst. It confuses me. Is she the one i really need. After all, she doesn't affect me much emotionally.

But this doesn't matter much. she's never gonna want me. Fuck you bitch. Someday i'll ball up to say it on your face. I'll be strong enough. No not 'Fuck you bitch'. I'll say Maa Chuda Bhenchod. Yes. I have so much fire in me.

But it all cools down. The thought of never having that weird talk with you is too strong. I can't bare that. I might be able to bear that asshole marrying you (i know i'm too young to talk of marriage but then fuck you too) but not a total cut off from you.

Sigh. this is such a confusion. But someday the words 'I Love You' will also come out from my mouth. For you. But also will Maa Chuda Bhenchod. And i'll beat that asshole up. I'm sure i will. I told my dad i'll never indulge in violence, but even daddy dear will understand for i'm sure he would have suffered from this fate at some point of his life.

Every guy does.

Whatever you may like it to be

I have a lover, A lover like no other

I won't tell her name, For you may blemish her fame

She's like a present, Like rain to a peasant

She's the pretty dove, the one which fills everyone with love

She makes sing, When i'm drowning to the sting

She makes me smile, When i haven't had it for a while

She shows me the way, Even when its another girl whom i want to stay

She gives me the warmth, Even when i'm puffing spite

She gives me hope, When I've lost all belief

She sets things right, It was late after midnight

I'm not scared of Death, I never was

Its the nightmare which chills me to the spine, the nightmare of living without her

For she was the one, who made me feel love for the very first time..

The Shy Guy

I’m the shy guy

The one who’s afraid of this sorrowful world

For it might shatter

What he’s hiding in his inner matter

There’s a potent universe in there

Free of the cruel smoke                  

Which pollutes people’s hearts out here

The deceit, the mind games

There’s none of these in here

It’s a happy world It’s my world

Sometimes I wonder what it will be like

To have a person peek into me

But how am I to know

Who’ll pollute Who’ll not?

I lack confidence

We all need to take a leap of faith sometimes

I think its time for me to jump

Jump into this world’s rubble

Maybe it won’t cause me so much trouble

After all, I’m one of the many

Who make the world the world it is today

So I wait for my spine to take shape

For my body and soul to gain faith in the love so praise

The Sun’s rising and sending a ray of hope

Killing the darkness my mind might’ve engulfed itself in

I hope it doesn’t take forever for this to happen..