Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Well, that's how simple are stories of coffees, walks and talks. That's how unbelievable are those times of realizing how cranky one can be with only a few. That's one beautiful confusion that leaves one wanting for more.
Co-incidence is the word.
Going with the flow, I realised it long back.
A lot to say, plenty to blabber, and yet you feel completely comfortable to open up,
an assurance that no judgements will be passed;
no assessments will be done;
wading through levels of understanding, and yet you remain the same; of course, much lighter.
Number of days doesn't matter, decades of knowing each other still might not work.
Space is what matters, and its not taken, its given,
Pagli Journo! Psycho!
Laugh. Cry. Overreact. Drama Queen. Anger. Patience. Stop overthinking!
Reflect yourself all through is what that company always says!
Woman! What are you talking about? Have you lost your senses or are in a trans-state?
Haha! LOWL!!
And with it, you have completely lost it you might say now, or start to wonder what's wrong with "Bharat ki Janta"!
No no, wait! Listen to the rest of the ______ (whatever you want to call it), I continue!
So, yes, time flew by quickly, there was so much to say and yet so much remained understood.
What do you call it as? A relationship of completeness with one's soul? Really?
No hi-fi stuff, please!
So, finally, an evening where you know you have nailed it!
Silence broken. Simple Baat. High on Bakwaas!
Coming back is a promise, but you realise how tough it is?
Missing those times is mutual. Read my face and mind, and you will realise, certain other pieces of puzzle remain.
Never thought, addiction is going to be my way of life,
It really is the matter!
Lost to the sounds of the engine, to another city, to another life, to another being, you'll be,
My Happiness is exceptional for the future that holds you dear,
But what tatters me is to think, you will be gone away, and that's the way it has been with me, always!
I wish, a crystal would tell me why is it so?
Why do I have to give up on my walks and my dear talks?
A brewed coffee will always be waiting;
won't tell you to re-consider,
I know, it's not in your hands,
I only wish you the best,
Sure, there will be plenty of pretty walks awaiting your hand,
amazing chatter boxes,
I might not be anywhere in the picture, and of course, I will be no one,
PJ? No, not at all!
A serious thought,
heartfelt concern,
a great realisation,
and history will repeat a thousand times,
and yet, I won't learn!
LOWL!
Well, that's how simple are stories of coffees, walks and talks. That's how unbelievable are those times of realizing how cranky one can be with only a few. That's one beautiful confusion that leaves one wanting for more.
Co-incidence is the word.
Going with the flow, I realised it long back.
A lot to say, plenty to blabber, and yet you feel completely comfortable to open up,
an assurance that no judgements will be passed;
no assessments will be done;
wading through levels of understanding, and yet you remain the same; of course, much lighter.
Number of days doesn't matter, decades of knowing each other still might not work.
Space is what matters, and its not taken, its given,
Pagli Journo! Psycho!
Laugh. Cry. Overreact. Drama Queen. Anger. Patience. Stop overthinking!
Reflect yourself all through is what that company always says!
Woman! What are you talking about? Have you lost your senses or are in a trans-state?
Haha! LOWL!!
And with it, you have completely lost it you might say now, or start to wonder what's wrong with "Bharat ki Janta"!
No no, wait! Listen to the rest of the ______ (whatever you want to call it), I continue!
So, yes, time flew by quickly, there was so much to say and yet so much remained understood.
What do you call it as? A relationship of completeness with one's soul? Really?
No hi-fi stuff, please!
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Silence broken. Simple Baat. High on Bakwaas!
Coming back is a promise, but you realise how tough it is?
Missing those times is mutual. Read my face and mind, and you will realise, certain other pieces of puzzle remain.
Never thought, addiction is going to be my way of life,
It really is the matter!
Lost to the sounds of the engine, to another city, to another life, to another being, you'll be,
My Happiness is exceptional for the future that holds you dear,
But what tatters me is to think, you will be gone away, and that's the way it has been with me, always!
I wish, a crystal would tell me why is it so?
Why do I have to give up on my walks and my dear talks?
A brewed coffee will always be waiting;
won't tell you to re-consider,
I know, it's not in your hands,
I only wish you the best,
Sure, there will be plenty of pretty walks awaiting your hand,
amazing chatter boxes,
I might not be anywhere in the picture, and of course, I will be no one,
PJ? No, not at all!
A serious thought,
heartfelt concern,
a great realisation,
and history will repeat a thousand times,
and yet, I won't learn!
LOWL!
