I realised this week that I love you but I can’t decipher how should I tell you that. The last time we conversed, you tried to make me confess my love for you but I really thought that I liked you so much because of the intense spiritual connection that we share.
Turn into a baby again.
Roll over your torso.
When did we grow up?
What was the need to do so?
Don’t say I love you.
Love, once said, loses its essence.
It does not feel to be as true thence.
When you feel but choose not to
confess and just continue to do
all the things that you do when you
are deeply in love with them,
you prove your love for them.
What is success? When you get a lot of followers, is that success? Getting a degree from the college you hardly survived unwillingly, is that success? If you are able to see your face published on the TV channels and famous websites on the Internet, does it count for your success?
I can’t pinpoint or put a finger on it. You seeped into me slowly and steadily. You and me have become comfortable in the space that we provide to each other. I am waiting to see you live for the first time and believe it or not, I am doing this willingly. Didn’t I say before that I feel like I know you? You are not so stranger to me as you should’ve been.
I never feel jealous. If I don’t possess something that they have, I will regret or wish for it but never be jealous that the person should not have had that possession. But that regret doesn’t make me wail but work hard and test my personality to reveal a lot of aspects it holds that are strangers to me.
O heart! keep your anxieties abate
good things come to those who wait.
Throw away all the worries and hate
and hold on for what the future will await.
Who are you?
I am trapped. I don’t know if they are my thoughts or the weather that suffocates me, but my throat feels choked off air. Maybe it’s the pressure I feel when I think of my career prospects from the perspective of my family— the economic point of view.