Happy birthday bae

Cheers to the person,  whom I lost my initial to every matches of ludos and carrom. To whom any girl would fall in love with and afterwards hate herself for doing that. Because lion’s can’t be tamed dear. And she may be wasn’t aware of that fact. To the person whose, still a mumma’s boy and Nani ka babla. To whom I share, it’s not that I can’t handle my affairs but it’s that he knows better ways of nagging people down. I seriously miss all those days, not having you here every summers is peaceful (duh… Just kidding) and I am completely jealous of you, no not because you have a life style but because you have a mom like my Bua. Haha 😂 

Long ago I kinda hated you but, in the spin of wheel you became one of the best men in my life. From being the toruble maker to trouble solver, he grew up. 
Thoughts apart here’s a short poem for you just you……

 Long ago may be a decade

I was afraid 

Of the summers 

He was a drummer 

Of my good days 

In many ways 

Who played with my toys 

And always annoys 

Lost all matches 

And he never catches 

But with the spin of time 

He became my favorite Rhyme

Happy birthday 🎂

Because you look best in this and I want some girls to regret it later 😉😂😘

In the lanes of U. S. A

“She added, suddenly, ‘But before you hang up, you have to say one good thing.’ One good thing? Now where on earth would I find one good thing to say? But I’d watched a movie the day before and, thanking god, I repeated a line from it. ‘Bismil ka sandesh hai ki kal Lahore jaane wali gaadi hum Kakori pe lootenge, aur un paison se hathiyar kharidenge.’”

 It was not because of the book and prior lines. The thought behind my “SAY SOMETHING GOOD” to you was just to submerse back few words from you after a long conversation. Just to remember the last words of yours. I wish you could understand my feelings, how it is feels to not hear from you even after having you,  cross my mind every now and then. Able to see you but, unable to touch you, feel you, and may be kiss you. 

I am no nagging girlfriend who wants to nag you down all the time, because you are busy. Or because you are hanging out with friends and family. I am someone who just want to hear you. 

I stopped calling you saying you to ‘say something good’ not because you wanted it to be like that but, because I don’t want to nag you. I may be not the person to whom  you gonna propose to, or would make love to, or share your dreams to, or live your dreams with, or the person you would share your biryani with, or may be kiss on forehead after a nightmare, bad day,  or to be taken care of on the hardships of mood swings (that I wouldn’t be having anymore), or the person with whom you make child with, or take care of in old age. May be I am not that love. 

But I am the person who wants you to smile forever with or without me, the deepest dig in your cheeks. Who loves your aroma even, if you haven’t taken bath after the gym. Who loves to see your cuts and curves and, even the swollen belly. Who loves you, no matter how much fat you are, or dark you are. Who would love you, even after so many hidden years, if sees you, at 60 when your face would be wrinkly. But, your smile would still fascinate me. 

You can always find the love in my eyes for you, whenever you want. I will be waiting for you on the downtown’s late, busy, dark street where destiny has planned to bump you into me. 

Not because I want to make love after. But to see you in those tuxedo’s walking around, having a newspaper in one hand and a latte in other and having a Bluetooth in your ears, busy in dealing with your client. So much busy that you don’t even notice me, and we fell right after few nano seconds. Then you would look up to see who the idiot girl is. I want to be that idiot single girl. Who is having a super fabulous car but still walks on the roads just so that one day, may be one day her honey would bump into. 

The Unexpected!!

Never ever thought that i will be naked in front of you (now don’t u dare to think that in real,  I m just making the call interesting ) by soul. Who would have thought that random click on accept button would make such a great influence on my life .There was mischievous in some replies,frankness in some,politeness in some,acceptance in some and the most imp genuine standards in all. Which i found something very unique ‘the aticates’(i don’t know the spelling but i know to show some) ,never ever thought that expect from my mother some any other woman would have that magic spell. That could turn anybody into a genuine and pure soul. But i believed later on because i talked to one. Each passing day turned into surprising one .That was not different from any new story but this story was. Bcoz in some stories things change after you get naked by soul. This wasn’t going to be negative. Touchwood to that(i always say that coz i never want to lead it to negative) .Meets – everyone would be nervous on first times but i wasn’t. Then there is first time for everything i got too got nervous, for the first time on the third meet ever. That was the day wen the unexpected happened. Things got into another level .It was my official celebration of being at new place. My very own soul got attracted to someone .That touch of my tiny soft fingers on his back while bike bounced on speedbrakers. That gave him tiny heart attacks But as a girl would react ,i reacted. Somewhere inside a bit nervous. After some bumps and tiny-mini softs ,we reached to a really quiet and steady place. To break the ice,he offered me place next to him but as he is tall i was not able to reach in. And as no gentleman can afford to let a girl stand while he’s occupying the space .He also couldn’t resist to grab me from my waist and let me occupy some near him. The touch felt like for a first time my every cell was dancing to the fullest. Next to his lap my laps .Softness beyond compare. Then he started to point some weird things and try to pull out some big guns of punishment but that ain’t gonna work. That was because he hadn’t fulfilled mine. I rambled for sometime……………………………..Tick to. Tick. He was glaring continuously into my eyes, suddenly I don’t know what ran into me .My lips ran to some softness and touched honey to make them self drenched with love. And as we have all studied in 10 stds’ Physics ‘law of I don’t know exact what but I remember the law “Every action has an equal and opposite reaction”.Action done, now it was the time of reaction. Here it came with more affection and softness. My cheeks felt as soft as my every cell as they got them spaed. This is not the whole, the  unexpected was yet to happen….. In my case everything which was expected didn’t full filled. And the unexpected dragged me in beautifully .I would have thought wen i first time met you or the second time i laughed with you .One day i would feel that amazing because of something .Destiny never shows every card .The marvellous was about to thrown at me. That happened……numbness ran into my veins. Eye lashes flattered and kissed each other’s.My every pores could feel his breath over,near my lips.I don’t remember who intiated.But someone did.Lips adjusted themselves so perfectly and got involved into each other to make it wonderful tongue did also played role.Teeths felt ignored so for suvenior they also took part and gave him a love bite.Its was the ‘unexpected’.
Its not that it haven’t happened with anyone before. This time it was different .Before my soul didn’t felt the same nakedness from some side that could be rapped with emotions and infinities of comforts. It was this time “First kiss”. 💜💜

Fast doesn’t last.

I don’t like things that go fast, 

Because they don’t last. 

Roll and roll 

And they make no goal. 

After a while, 

They loose the soul. 

When time moves, 

The Scars gets remove

And feelings improve .

Revealing the past 

Magic spells a cast. 

But I don’t like things that go fast,

Because they don’t last. 

I like things that go slow 

Because they make people’s mind blow. 

Whenever you feel low 

Just row and row 

But don’t be the hoe

Of the situation. 

Because, 

The things that go fast 

Doesn’t last, doesn’t last.