I love that I weigh more, that I am—as they say—’chubby’. I love myself when I look in the mirror because I weigh more. It is purely a part of my personal space that how I choose to perceive myself.
I am lost in your thoughts. I keep thinking of you 24*7, though not on purpose. Do I love you? I don’t know. Do I want a future with you? Certainly. Will I be ready to fight for you and keep you in my life forever? Yes, but I genuinely wish that you don’t put me in that position, that you never question my loyalty in such a fashion.
Dreams are known strangers. Sometimes, you drive them and at the other times, they drive you. Sometimes, the steering rides out of control. At times, they make you question the moralistic values you hold.
To err is human.
We stumble and we fall
in an up-and-down situation,
till the end, to know it all.
Maybe we have met before.
I don’t know why I feel so sure
that something is to
culminate between me and you.
When the calendar changes to 365,
be it by faith or may it be universal,
the aim of growth in the life
is for each individual and temporal.
You were my mirror. You reflected your flaws on mine, because I was your mirror too. But my mirror showed to me a personality of perseverance, strength, courage. You got excited as it was opposed to what you thought it was, so you changed the mirrors to see, but you felt deceived as you could still only refract hopelessness from it. Should I spill the beans now?
Who is a teacher? One who teaches. Is it the one who imparts literacy or the one who educates us? The one who finds the true realms of life by making us travel in between the lines.