The Clock

Me and The Mirror

I was happy. I looked in the mirror, I looked beautiful. I was happier. I was sad, I looked into the mirror, I cried. I looked miserable. I didn't want to, so, I faked a smile and it turned real. I was happy again. I was angry. I looked in the mirror, my ego was hurt. I broke the mirror. Now all I see, are the broken pieces of the world and me. (4.6.19)

In a world

as creepy as a graveyard,

one should seek solace

in the flowers rested upon the grave.

-mauli

Why do i write ?

Why am i even here?

Maybe in hope.

Maybe in desperation.

Maybe is anticipation.

Maybe because I'm a little tired every now-and-then.

Maybe because i dream of being heard, just a little, for once.

Maybe i wish, that at least someone would hear a tiny piece of my soul here, and in all anonymity, not judge me for once.

Maybe someone would read me, and not get sad, and not feel guilty, and not feel sorry, and not worry ,just be there.

Maybe that's why this scribbling is sacred. Maybe that's why i keep coming back. Maybe the insecurities i never used to have, maybe my suddenly empty social life, maybe the creepy monotony hands me my pen.

To blurt out a little and to breathe a little. Maybe that's why i write.

Maybe to live a little.

Maybe.

-mauli

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

Fire and Rage,

they're like a cage.

The one time they come,

and haunt you your whole life.

One glimpse,

it stays with you rest of your age.

You some friction,

and whole flames of fire

flash before your eyes,

burning you from inside...

Making mistakes and committing sins is only okay when you learn something from it and grow... If you can't learn something from your them, being okay with it is not okay and not worth it....

Find

Want to find, a heart in brine. As irregular as it goes, but finds symmetry in mine.

Want to find, a brain in pieces , a piece for love and a piece of wise, and takes on them in beautiful leases

Want to find , a hand in action, of kindness to the world yet wanting just a fraction.

7 billion people on this land of god, walking here and there, fully absorbed in ignorance and rush, and I wonder if I'll meet a soul ,for whom my soul is lobbed.. (21.11.19)

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…

Me too , me too.

i am an overly emotional unemotional clingy but distant private person who likes to overshare at any moment and i'm still trying to figure out how that works.

I saw you dreaming,

wishing with your

hands held high,

reaching for the stars

as if their light

belonged to you,

and I loved you then.