Such Beautiful Lines .... Had To Share Them

Lovely , just lovely !!

Only one look...

Your smile is precious Your scent is vicious Only one look at you makes me imagine all the fictions

Every time you come around it’s like you are a breeze And when you go away feels like a storm woke up from ease

When you bowl the overs and knock them all down I feel like you are the only one playing on the ground

Just one look at you makes me daydream Only one look that makes you the soul of the team…

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this hit.

They might be filled with regret, they might be filled with pain. But for who picks out the gems from it and keep it safe, it all was never in vain..

Memories are always special. Sometimes we laugh by remembering the days we cried, And we cry by remembering days we laughed! That's life.

Weirdly enough, this is one of my comfort songs.

(turn the music on before reading, you'll get me better)

I listen to it as i imagine him singing it to me.

Holding me carefully, not too little or i might fall apart, not too much or i might break. We sway slowly side to side, in each other's arms, just for a moment passing by, as i shed all my unseen tears. I imagine that he cares, he cares that he never cared for me like i did for him. I imagine him singing this to my poor soul, telling me that he'd only make me cry, because it would make more sense than my idea of "us". We sway with the wind brushing our sorrows away, somehow my sorrow held onto my heart for him and took it away as well. So as long as this song fills the room, we're the only two that exist, only two that matter. And as long as this plays, it matters to him that i never mattered to him as he did to me. He knows, he shows, he sees, he's sorry.

But the song ends, and so does this pitiful fantasy. Reality comes rushing in...

I had him on my mind , ingrained in my brain. I made playlists for him in hopes the melodies might convey a fraction of my affection. I saved posts that i would send him if he was ever mine. I wrote him poems, which were some of my best works. I had a whole digital diary of him, secret albums of pictures of him, especially of ones which i took, if he could see himself through my eyes, him smiling wide with glistening eyes, maybe he would also want to capture and safeguard every nuisance of his beauty; and also, there is that folder of pictures my friends took of us together in one frame, accidentally of course.

I thought of being near him all the time, i thought of his wellbeing, i wished for him to know how perfect he was. Is. And he doesn't know any of this. I had him written all over my life for about an year, and he will have no idea how deep it goes.

He never led me on, he never did anything that would "make" me feel something about him nor did he drop hints that he felt something, he didn't have to, i guess, because i was never delusional, just utterly smitten...

(but then, what business did those eyes have, meeting mine??)

One day, i gave in to this agony and said to him that i liked him, and he said it was ok, i was his friend, this won't change anything. He was the nicest about it. But I still wonder, what if I would have said so much more, only if he could hear so much more... if he could, I'd tell him,

how like is something i did to a stranger at the airport who i talked to for a few minutes,

how like doesn't do justice to the gravity with which i was falling,

how like is what my mouth says, while my heart goes on to describe his beautiful piscine eyes, as the deepest ocean I'd drown in,

how like is what i wished it was, because it wasn't love of course, something less, something very one sided, but something so true.

If only i could tell him, i missed him when he was out of sight or even when he was right in front of my eyes, i fell for his laugh and his smile and his eyes and his lips and his hair and his hands and how he treated everyone respectfully, and his brain, and how he was so in love with his family, and how he was just a beautiful human being...

If i told him, i felt the familiarity of falling the first day i met him, if i told him i never wanted to be just friends, if i told him i would cherish him in every way he deserves...

Would it have made a difference? Would our story have a different ending?

I like to think

no.

I still don't know how to be that for someone else what he was to me.

Was? .... Is?....

no.

For the sake of my damn heart and the amount of love overflowing from it, it should not be an "is".

Was.

"Was" is where it should belong.

So I'll listen to "cry" again and imagine him singing again as we sway back and forth and I'll imagine i cry my unseen tears and pretend that

this is what my closure is.

"Life is a series of random events that happen between birth and death.."

They said. They said out of utter innocence... Or maybe ignorance.

'Random' is when something SEEMS chaos.

Seems...

'Random' is when we can't understand or find a pattern, that satisfies our human brain.

But one day just

Stop. And observe .

Observe the tiniest bits,

instead of seeing the big picture,

look at the fine details.

That is when , you'll see.

In the mind of God

this world was created.

Nothing is random here.... Just so intricate ,

it is hard to comprehend .

But just try, and you'll realise ,

that it is not cliché

to say that ,

Everything happens for a reason ,

cuz it does.

Some butterfly, flapping its wings in any meadow in Australia,

can cause a hurricane in Africa and we'll never know.

not like it means to or even realises it can ,

but it can .

sometimes, you NEED to feel better, you NEED to be happier. Why?

for the sake of this world.

To appreciate the humanity that still remains. To look at the sunrise and sunset.

To tell your mom you love her, to tell your dad you love him. To, for once, tell your sibling that they are precious. to hate them again after.

To pet your dog or cat or hamster or horse or pig or any specie and let them know that their little lives mean bigger to you than anything.

To plant a tree and see it grow and fruit under your care.

To see green. and blue, and yellow, and red and f**king every colour we cant imagine.

To listen to people talking and living and find someone to talk and live with.

To love, to eat, to sleep, to repeat.

To leave a legacy as a human no one else is

To appreciate the fact that you, who had 1 in a billion chance to be formed inside your lifegiver, lived on and did what we call thriving, on this planet of fascinations.

for the sake of yourself and the life you lived and the space-time you travelled.... sometimes, you NEED to live, in order to live....

-mauli

Lucky to have realized, that being Alone and being Lonely are indeed two different things. One doesn't bother you and other makes you miserable...

The Sun

Days are brutal,

Nights are cold.

I'm about to rest my,

hope ashore .

But one day,

it hit my mind ,

that the Sun never failed to show.

It gave me strength .

I feel the heat again .

Now, I am ready, to bear the pain,

bigger than what, I ever bore .

( 19.5.2020)

it gave me chills,

it gave me shivers,

as i write along the lines.

About a guy, whose eyes,

i caught a glimpse of

as they dazed in mine.

wish that moment could stop between us, and age, a little like fine wine...

-mauli

something happened not something new

I saw a boy and he saw me too

our eyes met , not for long

but enough for me to write a song

Growing up in this world is strange.

As people get older,

friends become the family they choose,

and family-by-birth?

well, it starts to come second to everything.

It grows apart.

It becomes stranger.

Strangers, whom we aren't responsible for,

whom we don't wish to understand,

whos presence start to make us feel embarrassed.

And relatives, oh, the biggest villains of us GenZs.

They make our lives miserable, they lower our self esteem, they gossip a LOT!

Really? Hmmm,

Well, were they the villains when they clapped for you while you had two left feet?

Were they the worst, when they gave you gift money as blessing every time they saw you?

Were they the gossipers when they spread smallest of your success in whole wide world?

Yeah, growing up here is strange,

Where Strangers become family ,

And family...

It becomes too much to handle...

-mauli