Nightfall.

He sat by the window,

smoking into the air,

observing the people

across the street,

the clock was ticking

behind him,

reminding how time is

whisking past him,

he counts the number of

homeless people on the street,

and looks up at the stars in

the sky,

tonight, there weren't many,

the clouds hid them and tucked

them away from the world,

he sat by the window,

smoking another cigarette,

the nightfall has just begun,

with the clock ticking behind him,

the nightfall has just begun.

Tune for the day: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QV2iYFl5eSk

What If I Tell You?

What if I tell you that our love is a little bit of the stars in the night and the setting sun in the evening?

A story that I am reading and a piece of work that you're struggling with passion right now?

What if I tell you that our love comes from the places our feet takes us to and the hills that know our secrets?

A few our fights in the parking lots or the tears we shed in the corners of hospitals?

What if I tell you that our love, although nothing like a fairytale, has something new to bring every morning?

And that the surprises are too much and too extreme but tolerably tormenting for the nights when we stay away from each other?

What if I tell you that our love is inspired by everyone we meet, everything we watch and touch, and every dream we dream?

What if I tell you that our love is like an ocean that’s both calm and furious, exciting yet profound?

And that there’s more to discover, stories to write, lives to live?

What if I tell you that sometimes between your silence and my words, our love too is swimming between the shores of sanity and calamity?

What if I tell you that at this moment, we don’t know what lies ahead of us but every possibility seems like something we’d remember forever?

What if I tell you?

What If?

I've always wondered what is it that I wanted from you,

the questions were many,

the answers, none,

so what is it that I wanted from you?

did I desire the luxury of first taking your name every morning?

the roundness of your name, the simple joy of pronouncing it, syllable by syllable,

maybe I did want a little more than that,

for instance sitting across you with coffee and newspapers between us,

the mundanity of life that would have seemed better with our quirks,

actually, your quirks,

so what did I really want from you?

not certainty and never a peace of mind,

maybe I pined for the lavish comfort of just looking into your honey-coloured eyes at nightfall,

or count the stars without the worry of the daylight,

see, the problem is,

even after all these years, I'm still unsure and nonplussed about what I'm looking for,

in you,

the person who makes me want to abandon all my whims and caprices,

but then, stop, listen to the silence between us,

it's only growing and sometimes, growling,

are you feeling what I'm feeling?

or is this just a figment of my silly little imagination?

I don't know what tomorrow brings,

but what if it brings me?

maybe that's what, that's really what I want to know.

Heartbreak.

Get your heart broken. 

It's the best thing that could happen to you.

You'll never know what love is until someone crushes your heart.

Pour yourself some cheap wine and gulp down your sorrows.

Drown. Just drown in the ocean of pain. You'll learn how to swim gracefully.

Let out all your tears till you grow familiar with them.

Risk your heart. It was made to be broken only.

Heartbreak is glorified in countless forms.

Musicians write songs about it.

Poets pour their words into it.

Artists need it for their art.

However, our heart does not ache for it the way it does for love.

Forever cautious, we carefully guard it against destruction.

But then how would the heart grow fonder if it doesn't break?

Redemption.

If you want to fall in love with her, fall in love with her hands that paint the world inside her head.

If you want to fall in love with her, fall in love with her lean fingers that hold the contours of your face that was made to fit into her fingers.

If you want to fall in love with her, fall in love with her unruly curls that remain unaffected each time you try to run your fingers through it.

If you want to fall in love with her, fall in love with her heart shaped face that's smeared with the hues and blues of paint.

If you want to fall in love with her, fall in love with her big, brown eyes that look at the world around her in awe and agony.

If you want to fall in love with her, fall in love with her fervent lips that tremble even at the slightest of your touch.

If you want to fall in love with her, fall in love with her whimsical mind that takes you to places you've never been before.

If you want to fall in love with her, fall in love with her messy heart that holds more shades than the canvas can ever hold.

If you want to fall in love with her, fall in love with her wholly and irrecoverably like it’s the only redemption you've been waiting for.