Chapter (untitled)

“Let’s wait here” said Joseph looking at his fellow comrades running out of courage and confidence. Somewhere down deep in his heart he knew that they were up against something that they didn’t even know exactly. But Joseph didn’t want his team to get let down just because they he they couldn’t win from such an adversary and that too when they all knew that it wasn’t from this world. 

“I hear something coming our way, everybody be ready to attack the creature when I say so” said Joseph to the  co-leader Jonah. Now, Jonah had recently joined the squad as a tech think tank but had no experience in field as well as short range or hand to hand combat, so he was a bit tense as well as nervous to be withheld with such a huge responsibility in such a short span of time (of course, who knew that the day when the extra-terrestrial forces invade our planet will be Jonah’s first day in field)

Somehow, the artillery had managed to shoot down one of the various aircrafts of the creatures that we were in, two miles near the border of the military base. Meanwhile, Joseph being the leader(actually tactical commander) chalked down a plan to intrude the fallen ship and get to know the enemy better. At least to gain some Intel about what kind of force we were up against. And there we were, waiting beside a what looked like a arms station at the start of the ship’s east entrance with a total of 13 chaps in the squad. All of us were the best in what we did and hence a part of the squad officially named “DARK RANGERS” because most of our missions had to be in the dark. Joseph preferred a different name though, he used to call us “THE PINEAPPLES” because each and everyone of us was hard as rock from the outside and at the same time soft, sweet and compassionate from the inside. Well, that’s what we were.

“Hold fire” gestured Joseph looking closely at the creature who came and stood on a watch right in front of us, growling with it’s back towards us. Joseph covered Jonah’s mouth with his hand because he was breathing weirdly loud out of fear. A few moments passed and the creature took a change in it’s watch position.

“Look at me, damn it, look at me kid “said Joseph. 

” You can’t be afraid, you can’t be in fear, you can’t be in doubt, no, no, noways, not today, not on my watch, a whole lot of people out there believe in us, your momma didn’t raise you to be afraid, you were destined to be here, so stop behaving like you fell out of the sky right here without knowing anything, this is your time kid, do me proud, do your people proud, do your mother proud and above all, do yourself proud, so!! You feel me?? ” said Joseph.

“Yes Sir” said Jonah with tears of realisation and responsibility in his eyes.


So!! Dear fellow bloggers this was a little excerpt from my untitled fiction under work. Please let me how you found it and comment to let me know if I can improve and where I can.

Hasta luego๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿ˜‡

Hola..

Just checking in, meanwhile a piece is undergoing some changes, just wanted to know,

How’s everyone doing?

I hope good… Because you’re beautiful๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜ yes, you!! ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜

Buenos noches๐Ÿ˜˜

Hasta luego๐Ÿ˜‡

The last letter..

This is what I received from a mutual friend who used to talk to her even after me and her were not together, based on what he got to know about us, this is what he sent me..

Mr. Opposite

“Excuse me!” He said as i turned aside and watched him go. He didn’t even say my name or turned back like i was some strange person he have never met before, the same way he did when i first saw him, at this very place. Like he did not know who i was, like i was suppose to not know who he is either. Like he could forget those six months without any regret or memory. 

I usually wish it was not like that, but then half of me knew from the start that it would be like that, and then it was kind of obvious because i knew you should never let your eyes wander towards the person who’s going in the opposite direction, never let the heart feel a thing for someone who’s bound to go the other way because no matter how much you both keep coming back at each other, in the end your directions are different and you cannot stop them. And then again, i was stupid enough not to follow my own principles, stupid enough to follow him in the bus that would lead me to the opposite side of the city i lived, like i was spellbound of his beauty that knew no seems. But trust me it wasn’t his beauty or anything, it was nothing, really, just a silly instant reaction. I was standing on the bus stop, waiting for my bus from last fifteen minutes, in the skin rippling heat of July and when finally it was coming i was entrapped in some long misplaced thoughts.
“Excuse me?” He almost shouted when he was done pushing me aside with his big hot hands. Oh, he was hot, if you are talking about when you touch something and it burns your skin into ashes then yes, god damn it, he was hot. His firing touch on my bare arm pushed me out of my trance so forcefully that i felt extremely traumatic for a few seconds. I did not even see his face when his shoulders brushed mine and the sweat on his sleeves got pasted on my clean arms. I should have felt disgusted or somewhat offended or at least worried that i just lost the last bus to home that sees the daylight but i was simply unaffected and ensnared by his vanishing essence. I did not know why but i just followed him, not knowing the consequences. Followed him to the bus like a cancer patient follow a cigarette, like a criminal follow a police van, like a happily living person follow his death which is, following your own destruction.

The bus was filled so badly and this mighty guy was clogged at some corner of that suffocating crowd for next ten minutes, it was impossible to even get a glimpse of him. Ten minutes later, the crowd rushed out and his face came in view at the window seat, where he was pushing the sleeve of his bag out of the hold of the window pane and god knows how on earth it got clung up there. I gazed at him until his body turned towards me and when i finally saw him, i saw him. I have never felt my heart race so fast ever before, when i saw his tower tall, well built body, his big muscular arms, his white wheat-ish skin tone, his slightly acne laden cheeks, his brown hairs with a tint of red, his dark black eyes. His piercing gaze and his sexy sigh. 
He eyed me suspiciously when i got down on his stand, which was the last one too but didn’t say anything until i did the most embarrassing act of my life. I tripped and fell (not on him) and hurt my knee. The ground was all dirt so i just started brushing myself. 

“Oh fuck” i cursed without a thought, it was an instant reaction but it was also the reason for so many tragic events of my life, wonderful and tragic. His head turned and he stopped, looking at me with those beautiful little dark black eyes. I stood up carefully and looked around because i was doomed now, back to conscious and not knowing where to go. Untilโ€ฆ

“Need some help?” He asked me in his husky and ultimately sexy voice. It failed me, turned all my walls upside down. He was pulling me towards him with some invisible force and the big deal about all this was that he knew not. “My gaadi (bike) is parked near Kolhapur metro station, if you need a ride then..” he stopped and looked at my blank and frozen silhouette. “See, I’m son of a lecturer so if you’re getting any wrong ideas then it’s not that!” I tried to speak but i couldn’t just move. Dammit those lips, those silly tickles inside my stomach.

” Do you live around?” He asked again.

“No.” I replied truthfully and screwed up my disguised motive in just one second.

“Then?” His already invisible brow lifted up forming a question at me.
“I got on the wrong bus and now i don’t know how to go back and i just, i am just..” i do not know the reason why i was panicking but it was surely a terrifying one. He looked surprised while i suddenly started sweating as he took his steps towards me. “So you’re saying you’re lost?” He asked with a sly smile on his face and my heart beat raced like a racing horse bound to win. “Y-yes” i took a step back as he was standing too close. And suddenly, out of blue he started laughing.
 “Ugh..stupid girls!” He kept on laughing for next one minute like somebody have cracked the biggest joke of his life. It was annoying and embarrassing but for some reason he looked so cute to me, laughing like ten year old kid in a different astonishing manner. Even his laugh allured me. He stopped, breathing heavily and looked at my blank face and smiled oh-so-sweetly. He pushed his hand towards me and said, “Ashish Bhatt” 

“What?” I was little shocked and yet confused.

“My name, it’s my name.” He said and cocked his head to one side. “You didn’t get on the wrong bus just for nothing, right?” Then the clear crystals of reality pulled my eye balls out as i watched him grin so badly and everything went clear. I can’t tell the degree of embarrassment i faced that very moment but his sweet smiles and sweet talks dissolved all of it. We talked for next forty five minutes and then i realized that it was already dark and i needed to get back home as soon as possible. Now if you remember, he said he has his gaadi. Yes! It was long drive with lots of ups and downs so i had to hold him(you know how). 
“Bye Priyanka” were the words that marked the onset of our rendezvouses.
 SIX MONTHS LATER
“Ashi, WHERE ARE YOU!” I exclaimed, my voice a little too high, at the person on the other line of the phone as i waited for the bus to come, in which he was sitting. Sitting on the bench for last two hours, this was the highest of his records of making me wait.

“I said i’m coming!” He hung up. I felt angry, neglected, annoyed and wanting to go away and ditch him but when the green bus stopped in front of me and he stepped out in his white long kurta, his brown hairs messed, his dark black eyes searching, i was fascinated.

Say sorry, say sorry, my head pleaded him but it was not happening i knew.

“What?” He asked looking at my face in confusion. “And can you please not shout on phone? There was already too much noise and anyway it was not my mistake, the bus was bloody late!” And here he solved all the situation. Just like that. Like he does all those ninety times when we met.

“Yeah, I’m sorry” that was me, not him, apologizing for something i did not do but that was normal, a daily routine. His coming late, my apologizing. Because sometimes you are too much drawn to one pattern that you forget to notice everything around it, is getting lost in a void, slipping off your hands.

“I’m going next week.” He murmured, eyes away from me. “Next week? But you said you would complete the course!”

“Then also i had to go na Pree, now also i am going! It is the same thing” Even when he took my name accusingly, his voice mesmerized me.

“Three months and a week you think are a same thing?” I felt cheated and lost, his going away would kill me i knew. 

“Pree, i have to go, its a waste of time here” he said running fingers through those brown hairs.

“Don’t go, don’t go Ashi. Please…please” We stopped in the middle of the road as tears ran down my face, he looked at me surprised. “Pree  noooo” without saying another word he pulled me into his arms, which being my favourite place in this world but i knew this warmth was short-lived.
He was here for the preparation of his engineering entrance test while i was preparing for my pre medical examination. The buildings of our coaching classes were just aside but our true destinations were way too far, almost parallel to each other. Never touching, never colliding. He didn’t believe in relationships and i was falling in love with him if you call it falling because it’s really more than that. We were far too apart to have a sense of oneness. Yet our togetherness knew ways of retaining itself conflict after conflict. It was not perfect, it was a disaster but it was what it was and it was not changing. 
“Pree, get up! I have to go or I’ll miss my train” his voice broke my lovely dream, my dream of him and me together, running after each other in circles, laughing like fools, like people in love. But the reality knew the truth, only foolish Priyanka was in love and the beautifully  intelligent Ashi couldn’t even see it. I slept at his flat that night,with him, in his bed, with his arm clung around my waist and my head on his chest listening him breath so softly like the winter breeze. 

“Pree, uth ja, jaane de mujhe” his sweet voice stroke my emotions while his warm breath caressed my neck as his alluring smell filled my body again and i opened my eyes into his. “Why are you going Ashi? Don’t go. Stay here, stay here”. My voice was sleepy but i was awake, i couldn’t even cry, he was going anyway, my tears wouldn’t matter.

“I’ll keep coming Kolhapur as soon as the exam is over, don’t worry Pree!” But everything worried me .
Next two years felt like a void, without him. Everyday watching everything and everyone without him. He called for next few month, thrice a week at first then once a week and then once a month and after seven months, he forgot my existence(i guess). I tried his number and it always said switched off and he never told me where he lived in Kashmir, i couldn’t go anywhere else to look for him. So i kept going back to his bus stop to look for him then getting on the wrong bus and searching him in the crowd then looking for him on his stop then standing in front of the building where he had taken a flat, hoping any second he would be getting down to see me then looking in the parking for his gaadi, wishing maybe he is waiting for me there. I half went everywhere to find his essence and take it with me forever so that no one can take it away from me now but it did not happened and i couldn’t find him, not until this present day.
As he passed me, his smell filled my body like an enchantment which my soul soaked up like a drug it had wanted so badly for so long. He was wearing my favourite white kurti of his. He didn’t see me or did not wanted to but my reaction was kind of unconscious generated. Almost automatic like without my knowledge. 
And so i followed him in the opposite direction like i did two years ago in a hope of getting lost again and finding him again. Finding my destiny in the opposite direction, again.
Its up to you to decide how I am?

Hasta luego๐Ÿ˜‡

Translation of passion…

Now, this is interesting, I came across this post on a very beautiful blog filled with marvellously deep and piercing poems, proses, muses and sometimes songs too. So, I was just reading all its posts like every other day but this just caught me like a slave to it and I was left numb. The only thought that took rounds inside my head was could I be capable enough to translate this into something that a native one can understand. I was not sure if I could do justice to the prose while translating it, so I asked the one who recited it formally, and I was being given the honour to do it with a smile๐Ÿ˜Š mind you, with a smile๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜Š now, that’s how beautiful the person is. So, I tried and made a translation to the original poem that was in English to Hindi/Urdu, here’s the original one, I’ve even taken permission for this๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜

“Something..somethingโ€ฆpulls me to you..

Tonight..under the moonlight..i will be waiting for you..

When the birds are flying to get home..

When the sun is setting down..

When the darkness veils in..

I will be singing this song for you..

Baby..

Dont you hear me aha..

Baby..

Dont you feel my touch in the breeze..

Dont you see me when you close your eyes

Or did you forget me while counting the stars?

Far away..or near..

You are so close to me..is what I feel..

Let it be a fall..or a spring..

The thoughts of you..is what they bring..

Standing on top of the mountain of happiness..

Looking at the horizon..

With my heart wide open..

I am singing this song for you..

Baby..

Dont you hear me aha..

Baby..

Dont you feel my touch in the breeze..

Dont you see me when you close your eyes

Or did you forget me while counting the stars?” 

Beautiful!!! ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜Isn’t it?๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜† yeah, I know. So, here’s my version;

Kucch to hai,

Jo khinchta hai mujhe Teri aur,

Aaj chandni raat mein,

Rubaroo tujhse hone ko,

Rukungi iss aur,

Jab panchi chehkenge,

Ye suraj doobega,

Ye andhera chade ufan,

Tab,

Nagma ye gungunaongi,

Janejaan,

Meri aawaz hai tujh tak,

Janejaan,

Mera ehsaas hai tujh tak,

Mera zarf mehsoos kar le,

Na bhoolna mujhe is raat ko,

Na bhoolna mere is ehsaas ko,

Chahe pass ho tum,

Ya door hi sahi,

Meri har ibbadat mein hai,

Harf  bass yahi,

Khayal tera Jo,

Jehen mein aata hai,


To chadke in ufano pe,

Udti hun kahin,

Dekha us pyaar aaj,

Dhadkanein hun hi ruk gayi,

Jab ye nagma,

Tere honton pe aaya,

Janejaan,

Dual Ab bass hai yahi,

Dekhe tu mujhe,

Ab agar kahin,

Mera aks milega tujhe,

Hamesha wahin,

Hamesha wahin…


So, this is was my version to the very beautiful poem written by Thepassionist(cp_chithra_cp). I know her version is beautiful but please be kind enough to let me know how my version was? OK! So, let’s go then! Talking to you!! Yes! You beautiful!!๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜ Let’s go๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿ˜„ cause I can’t wait to be with you!๐Ÿ˜

Hasta luego mi amigos๐Ÿ˜‡๐Ÿ˜‡


Life and it’s lemons.

Sorry! First of all, that I couldn’t write and engage you into what you like to get engaged to. Blog!! People get busy every now and then and so was i, the difference is that I was combating the society over the failure that I recently had once again. I was just busy in squeezing the juice of my life’s lemons. And hell, they taste bitter because they carry the truth, and you know I’ve always said it isn’t the truth if it isn’t bitter. 

You know, in first place I never wanted to do this. I mean I have a liking for science and technology but that’s what I like not what I crave for. I actually crave for arts but honestly I am not being able to get the right medium to show my potential in it. I have a passion for music and writing(any kind, preferably the old school way) but not getting the right mentor or maybe I am looking in the wrong direction. I need to look where my heart looks but its human nature that we go primarily where the mind says. And that’s where we fall for the trap just to get humiliated. But I don’t see it like that, I just believe that now is not my time and moreover I believe that people like me, I mean who dwell in circumstances like mine, their time never comes. They will either die flat or die a legend and last for ages. Because the day the world will understand what we really are they won’t be able to forgive themselves for the fact that they could’ve groomed us, mentored us, let us know what’s the professional way to do it and even become bigger legends that themselves wanted to because I believe we are all connected in this way or that way, but, we are connected!! all you need to do is to find the right frequency to tap the code in. I swear they will regret not tapping into it one day!! Now, upon this I wrote something that will serve as an answer by my side to the questions that ever came across me from this society that we live in, and I name it “Virtue of Existence”..
Wajood kya hai mera,

(I seek my existence)

Shaqsiyat kaesi hai meri,

(I seek my characteristic)

Jo har baar tum,

(That every single time)

Chuae bina mukamal,

(Without even touching me)

Ziba karne ko,

(To mutilate my body)

Tayaar tum rehte ho,

(On your mark you shall be)

Waqt mera nahi hai Abhi,

(This isn’t my time)

To kya hua,

(So what?)

Mujhe gam nahi,

(I don’t blame you)

Kynki hamara waqt nahi,

(Because it won’t be time)

Ek zamana aaega,

(But an age for sure)

Uthi hai Jo ungliyan mujhe,

(All those fingers that you rose today)

Wahan kal taliyon Ke liye,

(For an applause tomorrow)

Haath tumhara aaega,

(There will be your hands)

Janaza mein hum dono Ke,

(In both of our funerals)

Kabr bhi wahi,

(The same coffin)

Mitti bhi wahi,

(The same earth)

Log bhi wahi,

(The same audience)

Aur kafan bhi,

(And the same shroud)

Dekh Lena,

(You’ll see)

Utna hi aaega,

(Shall be the same)

To fark btao Ab,

(So tell me)

Tumme aur mujhmein,

(What’s the difference)

Reh gya kya,

(Between you and me)

Kucch nahi,

(Nothing!!!)

Jawaab bass yahi aaega,

(A voice that will echo for ages)

Jawaab bass yahi aaega…

(A voice that will echo for ages to come,

Nothing!!!)
So, fellow bloggers let me know what you think. Please be kind enough to give suggestions and advises so that I can be better the very next time and elevate your reading experience to the next level. And you, yeah you!! ๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ˜‰ you look really good when you smile!!๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜† keep doing that,๐Ÿ˜‡๐Ÿ˜‡ there’s no tax for it yet.๐Ÿ˜

Hasta luego๐Ÿ˜‡๐Ÿ˜‡

Silhouette..

“We couldn’t save her” said the doctor coming out of the theatre after 13 hour long surgery. 

“She was really a warrior at heart, we lost her a couple of times but she kept coming back and kept uttering a name before she finally gave up. Who’s John by the way?” Said the doctor.

More than 15 months have passed since she went to the place where she is finally at peace. She had been struggling with the disease for 2 years before she finally called it quits. John’s parents had started to force him to get married again because he was their only child and they wanted their heir. Any parent would ask for this!! But he wasn’t ready to come out of what he had been through the last 3 years of his marriage. Our fathers served together in the armed forces and so, our families were very close and so were we. We had known each other since forever and also we both knew what was in our heart even when we wouldn’t say it upfront. That was the best part about our relationship. I knew very well that how much he loved Shikha(yes, it was a love marriage) I had seen him fall in love with her, fall with her, carry her along that line which Shikha could’ve never thought she could. They were a couple made in the heavens. We had talked very less after the incident. 

One day john came over to our place and said that he wanted to talk. I wanted to talk to him first but the circumstances hadn’t let me do that. And then, he told me that our parents had fixed our marriage the next Sunday in the St. Mount caramel church which was just a couple of blocks away from our place. I was shocked because I thought that he thought I planted that idea in my parents mind. But, it was something else. He said that the next Monday if I say no what would you do? I mean, what would I do? Seriously!! Nothing!! I had seen him in pain. I couldn’t say a word. 

“Do you accept Candice d/o Bryan as your lawfully wedded wife?” said The father.

Yes, I do!! 

“Do you accept John s/o Allen as your lawfully wedded husband? 

Yes, I do.

And I, pronounce you man and wife, you nay now kiss the bride.” Said The father.

After we moved in, that nite he stood there in the balcony looking at the stars. I went up to him and asked: “You said yes, why?”

I feel something,

Had fouled me,

As I’ve started to feel,

Something for you maybe,

And that’s when,

You just look only,

Like her,

Silhouette…


Said John…
So, this was another story that I just wrote. Please let me know your thoughts and advises regarding this. Any suggestion is warmly welcomed. And you too beautiful๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜† yes! You the one reading this right now and smiling๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜ just like that..๐Ÿ˜œ๐Ÿ˜œ let me know how you found it๐Ÿ˜‡

Hasta luego๐Ÿ˜‡

All over you..

โ€‹“Hey!! Over there, isn’t it her?” My friend said when she saw her at party that we had been to. I actually had this intuition that day avoid bumping into someone that I avoid. I even told my friend that she should go and don’t wait for me because I wasn’t really interested. The reason being I had this very important conference coming up and I had to prepare all my stuff  and matter for it. But friends!!! You know them, they possess this supernatural power of making those adorable feline faces when they want something done๐Ÿ˜‘ so, you can obviously see that I fell in the trap and eventually had my leap of faith.๐Ÿ˜’ 

“Snap!! Hey, what are you thinking? Don’t think about her, cm’on!! We’re here to have fun, cheer up you!!” said my friend. Now, I wasn’t actually thinking about her but now that she just said it and planted the idea of thinking about her in my over-thinking head, all I could do was think about her ๐Ÿ˜’๐Ÿ˜’. 

There she was, standing near the shore(it was a party on the beach). I don’t really know what she was looking at, really. But, believe me I felt like getting this uncontrollable urge to go up and talk to her. Before I could do that, I remember, the way she was wearing her arms around her torso, her hairs looked pretty damn shiny that evening (maybe it was the moon or maybe I’m stupid๐Ÿ˜’ ) even though I couldn’t see her face but I could feel the structure, the jaw line, the lips, the eyes, the cheeks and ever damn thing. I really didn’t know if this was the right thing to do after all this time! But, then I thought that a simple talk or a few words wouldn’t hurt (not me, at least๐Ÿ˜…) and further a do, with all the courage I had for this life, no!! Literally I took like an age to convince myself that i could do this and so I went and said this.

Lingering yet still I am,

Humously like this ocean,

Going froth and coming bubble,

Watching you,

Seeking you,

Forward I come whip,

But stoned I am,

Failed to go through you once again,

Why is it so difficult,

Just to touch you,

Just to feel you,

And even if I did that,

I am destined to go back,

To my lingering stillness,

And leaving again with my marks,

All over you..

I was telling her all this but suddenly i felt something pushing me. “Snap!! Hey, what are you thinking? Don’t think about her, cm’on!! We’re here to have fun, cheer up you!!” said my friend.

 Please leave your comments and advises. How did you find it? Did you like what you just read? This is one of the pieces I have written for a compilation of short stories. No matter, how you find it, the most important for you know is that you’re beautiful!! ๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜†Yes, you!! ๐Ÿ˜Keep smiling๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜

Hasta luego๐Ÿ˜‡

The other part…

So, This is what I was doing when was not here. Please forgive me if I catch something on the wrong note. I mean, I am not awesomesauce at it but I do just fine. I know I didn’t d enough justice to this all time favorite song of mine. I could’ve done better but I am down with my chords as of now. And please pardon my face, I know I look like s***.๐Ÿ˜‚

So, this is just one actually๐Ÿ˜‚ I made like 5 or 6 of these. I mean I love music and according to Ne this is the best way to devour it. So that’s what I did. As a matter of fact I thought about you and this came to my mind, yes, you!! Because I believe till now you have accepted how much beautiful I find you๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜˜ have a great night. 

Comments and critics are brutally encouraged๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’

Hasta luego๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’

Proposal.๐Ÿ’—

Now, this isn’t really strange when your friends come to you and say-“hey, you’re a poet, I mean you write poems, right? Look man, I need to tell this girl that I really love her but again you already know that how pathetic i am at expressing myself. So, why don’t you just write something that I would take and recite it to her and if she says yes, dude!! I’ll be one the top of the world. So, will you?” 

Ahem, now, i can’t say no cause we have been friends since we gathered our senses and this is a very big responsiblity to undertake๐Ÿ˜. I just asked him to remember what was it like seeing her for the first time. Because that could help me a lot in you know, putting the pieces together. So, he went on and I kept listening till the very end. Realizing he was really in love, so I took my pen and paper from my sister๐Ÿ˜… and started what I kinda do fine, Write!! I recited the whole incident simply in musal words I’ve got and named it “Can You See”. Here it goes:

You’re all there sitting alone,

Placacious like a doll,

And I an all here sitting alone,

Ready for the big fall,

The fall that I am ready for,

Had to be in love,

Flying up away in the sky,

Like a newborn dove,

Feelings of ecstasy strike through me,

Whenever I see you,

There are things that I want you to know,

But above all of this,

I would say,

“Darling, I will always need you,

These words that mean a lot to me,

Might mean nothing to you,

But if you look at me,

The way you are looked at by me,

The way I look at you,

Only then will you see,

HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU…”


And yet again this habit of mine,

I had to stop,

Talking to the mirror.

Well, this is what I did. What do you think beautiful?๐Ÿ’ I mean, I know that you’re beautiful but what if I said this to you?๐Ÿ˜ How would you react? ๐Ÿ˜…  

Comments are genuinely encouraged..๐Ÿ™Œ๐Ÿ’—

Hasta luego๐Ÿ˜„