The night beneath the Cresent Moon

On the roads of the city I've been born in, Right beneath the Cresent moon, he held me in his arms.
The stars, the moon, the city light shined on us, and I encountered a night so beautiful, but I remember it in peices.
Maybe it was nothing but a facade, but maybe it was our genuine selves. I don't know, Neither do I have a will to know.
I could feel his warmth when he held me so close; I scared enough of the voices around tugged myself into his chest awning my face.
The night beneath the Cresent moon where we were divided by secrets and United by tragedies and misfortunes.
The night which brought us so close yet parted our ways.
The night of miseries and sorrows; exhilaration and and infatuation leading us to a path we hypothetically spoke of as 'love'.
The night under the Cresent moon where the stars collapsed beautifully and tragically cleared our way, marking us out of the city noise.
The night which we remember in peices, remember him in peices; for the rest got covered up in cranberry vodka and the bonfire party we escaped.
The night under the Cresent moon, the roads of the city I've been born in, the night we decided to forget everything; ourselves. The night we behaved like an alzheimer patient.
The night I remember in peices but can never actually forget, under the shouting stars and Cresent moon, drunk vauge arms and words so pure.

Little things'

The things I never noticed were the one that mattered the most.
Things like the old mans' car bumping into me and you coming for my rescue or why the girl I hated the most was made to sit next to me and now is my bestpal.
The little things that went unnoticed should've been the most noticeable ones.
If only we knew how much these little matter.
The little things about you I actually fell for without knowing. And the little things changing about you that I never bothered about were the little hints of you leaving.
The little things we did, the thing we had, no matter how tiny it was held a lot of value to me.
And the little things about you and her that I seldom cared about or which I claimed didn't matter, broke us.
The little things about you and me; you and her.
If only we knew where these little things were taking us.
The things which seemed predestined or the things brought up by the dark past.
The things which reminded us of the past lurking in the shadows, reminding us of them.
Little things like the way he used to hold your hand tight while watching a horror movie or the way he used to adore stare while you randomly made a cute face, the way your bestfriend laughed, making it hard for you to give me your presentation, or the way she punched the girl who was spreading rumors about you.
The little things about us.
If only we knew these little things were building our story.
The little things your family did; sacrificing their joys for you. Little things they taught you, that helps you so much now. Those little family gatherings where the most exotic memories were shared and moments of happiness were captured.
Little things that made us whole- Always together.
If only we knew these little things would add up to our memory lane.
These little things, You and me; You and her! Us as whole or Always together.
The little things about Us.

Worlds best.

I don't know where my life is taking me without you. They say, we don't value anything until it's lost, today I want to admit how much I believe in it.
The time I've spent with you feels like forever, an eternity and today you're gone.
Not like lost in the shadows of past or in some distant dream but out of reach, in some far away land.
When we were together doing whatever random things we used to do, I'd tell you, how I didn't like you, Even a cent and it wouldn't bother me if you ever left me. How much I want to take my words back, because I miss you, like anything in world.
Whenever we used to fight or have an argument, a battle of sarcastic comments, irritating each other to the core, or whenever I was mad at you, never had I wondered where the box of Ferrero Rocher came from. I think I should've thanked you then for pampering me so much, for getting me whatever I've ever asked.
And how can I never get over the overly protective phase of yours where you'd tell me not to socialize to a particular person because you know the downsides of everything. Yes I hated you back then for poking your nose into anything I'd ever do and I still do, but in some unknown ways, I think it has helped me grow.
And I also wish I had apologized earlier for wearing your T-shirts always but nothing has ever been more comfortable than that.
Today When I see your room and pictures hung on the wall, I realize how much I miss you.
You aren't just a brother but you are a mother to me.
You're building your dreams today and traveling the world, away from me, away from your family but this time when you'd come back, you'll see a box of Rocher on your bed with the blueberry cake you love the most.
This time when you'll come back, I will tell you what I've never said to you before, I'll tell you how much I love you. I'll tell you this because I've never had a chance before (Because I was always busy irritating you), you're the world's best; World's best brother ; Best friend ; Best hommie; Best family. I will always love- Hate that cute little adorable face of yours.
You are The worlds best element.

Always together.

It was always them, together ;through thick and thin. It was always them together.
They wanted to create something so beautiful, something so huge, so phenomenal but not for the world to know them but for their own salvation.
Well, she did everything out of passion but he? He did it out of the curiosity to know where passion could lead them.
It was always them together.
She was a dreamer and he a pursuer. She was simple, and he on the contrary was always well dressed, handsome guy.
She was an introvert, scared of crowds and he was the one to hold up the crowd.
They were so good; so perfect together.
Very honestly, they were just two kids unaware of the things that were ahead of them. But they promised, it will be them; together, Always.
So initially her aim was something very simple, to find and spread kindness, to make this world a better place. But what was his? His only motive in life was to see her happy, what could be better for him  than that colgate smile or the sound of her laughter, it would always make him nostalgic of the first time he saw her.
Her kind little eyes and soothing words made him so happy.
But they were just two kids, promising 'Forevers' and 'Always together '!
Happy endings are just so plastic, like in 16 years of existence (Okay, I am exaggerating.)  I've never felt something could actually end happily.
Endings are sad, they're supposed to be but that doesn't mean they're not beautiful. Their beauty lies in despair. I think they knew this; just denied to believe it, so they promised to face it all together, Together Always.
People change in few years, they did too. They understood their dreams couldn't take them to one place together, they couldn't grow mentally together.
She dreamed of changing the world, he of creating a mark, making himself a celebrity . Passion changed, and their choices and lifestyle too. They parted ways but fate; how could it betray their 'Forever.'
They got married a month back (Arrange marriage),  and I cannot tell you how good they've become at faking a smile and those loving words but look at their eyes, you can see their 'Always together ' haunting them. You could see their tragic happy ending.

Today I ask you'

Today I want to ask you what I fear the most.
Will my eyes shed the same amount of tears as Aunt Rose?
Will my house be full of people I've never seen before.
Will my soul secretly wait for you when anyone enters the door or wish you'd come back in the people I've known.
Will I ever get to know why you hid the chocolates underneath my pillow?
Or why you covered me up on those cold nights when I shivered the most?
Will I ever be able to tell the society of my favorite man.
Will I ever know who took you away from me?
Today I want to ask you, If I'm always to live in the fear of losing you.
If I will ever know when will it be our last goodbye or the last Goodnight kiss.
Will I know this was the last time you spent a leave with us?
You stay at borders protecting us and we stay near diyas near war time praying for you.
You are this brave man and your child have always been scared.
Scared of seeing the gun salutes of your death bed.
Scared of facing people after I know you won't ever be there.
Scared of collapsing infront of the crowd when asked about you.
Today I want to ask you dad, if you're not afraid to face the death why am I?
Today I proudly want to say, you my Army dad have given birth to a wolf, Today I tell you you make us all so safe, so proud. 

THERE I STAND.

There I stand wide awake,
I stand beside a dry lake,
My heart is full of remorse and pain,
Thinking about you as my loss or gain.
There I stand and wait for you,
But still the sky doesn't appear blue.

In the dusk I stand just to see you,
The moments I feel weak are really few.
But then you come infront of my eyes,
Intoxicating me with lust and joy.
Why don't you come here?
My heart wants you to take your share.
So I'm still standing beside the dry lake,
And there I am wide awake.