In your city

It feels strange to be in the same city 

Where we first met in person

Where we consummated our love

Strengthened our bond 

And not meet you 

Every place brings back a memory

Of the place we have been to

And although it’s been well over a year

These memories are still fresh in my mind 

Each place reminds me 

Of the moments we spent together 

Of the memories we made

The love we expressed to each other 

And although we are no longer together 

I wonder if you are thinking of me too

And although I believe I have moved on

I can’t help but wonder

If you are missing me too

And though I know I have tried to move on

Somewhere deep inside me I miss you

Somewhere I hope to run into you

To see you 

To see how you are doing 

If you are doing fine

If you are doing well

If you have moved on too

Or if you even know and think of me too

And though I know it’s not possible

And not healthy for me too

I just hope one day I will meet you

In the place where we met for the first time 

Where it all began 

When I was in your city!!!

Wicked Game

It’s a wicked game we play when we make someone feel this way. It’s a wicked thing we do, when we make someone dream of you. In a world that’s constantly swiping left or right, it’s a wicked game we play.

In a world that’s either looking for a soulmate, or just a date, or just to fuck and forget, something long-term, or just a short-term casual fun, it’s a wicked game we play when we let someone believe in you.

And though we have our own agenda, our purpose, our own reason, we still play these wicked games building hope for those who believe it’s true.

We play these games by saying the words that a ear is yearning to hear, that a lonely soul’s thirsting to hear. We may not always mean it but still we say it, cause that’s the thing we do. We build hope, we build dreams, hoping and dreaming that what we are led to believe will come true, only to see them shatter into a thousand pieces. It’s a wicked game we play when we let someone hope about you.

In a world that’s enamoured by photographs and social media, by skin and toned bodies, it’s these pictures that seduces us, the pictures that draws in. But what happens when you meet but you hoped for isn’t met? It’s a game that we play to loose. It’s a wicked game of heartbreak, ending with someone being just another like on an app, just another match, just a number in your phone’s memory that’s soon going to be ghosted, that’s soon going to be forgotten.

It’s a game where we let our desires get the better of us. A game where we let our overthinking mind race ahead of us, where we let our lonely heart make us a gullible soul, easy to preyed on, a willing victim of our own choosing, turning us blind to red flags and detours, and filling our head with hope. It’s a wicked game make someone hope for you.

And even though we may know what’s in store, we gullibly let ourselves become pawns of these wicked games, players of these games.

It’s a wicked game we play when we make someone feel this way. It’s a wicked thing we do, when we make someone dream of you. In a world that’s constantly swiping left or right, it’s a wicked game we play.

Meet You at Montauk

She stood there staring at the abyss of darkness of darkness that lay in front of her. The stains on her face gave her tears away, the tears she was trying so hard to contain, she tried so hard to hide. But now she wasn’t able to contain them anymore.

Though it was her decision to call it quits, then why was she having so much difficulty in coming to terms with a decision she made? Why was it so difficult to accept it and move on? After all what use is love of you had to work to sustain it, and love didn’t come easy?

A part of her told her this was the right thing to do as things weren’t quite working out, no matter how hard they had tried, and they had tried. 

But then there was a part of her that longed for him. That longed for his touch, to feel him, to hear him, to have his arm wrapped around her, protectively. 

All this was not possible, no matter how hard and desperately she wanted him. She spoke at length with him and trying to reason out why they should be together. But no matter what she said she couldn’t convince him, he was right in not wanting to get back together, cause they had given their relationship their bestest, and it didn’t work. They were two different people, and it was really hard to overcome this differences. So it was best to go their own way and put an end to being touch, as it would only bring them more pain.

She couldn’t bring herself to curse his nam, cause he had never given her any reasons to do so. He was kind and tender and loving soul, always respectful towards. Her only complaint being is that he could never understand her.

Although her friends keep telling her that life would go on, time would her get over him, but she couldn’t help herself and think of him, wondering if her was thinking of her too, I he was missing her as much as she missed him.

How she wished she could do a Clementine and wipe out them from her memory. Thinking of him brought her pain and she had come to a point where she felt she couldn’t take the pain any longer. But this memories that she had of them was something she treasured.

How she wished she could just close her eyes and never wake up, let nature take its course, cause she could never get herself to do it.

She felt she had hit the lowest point in the relationship, the lowest point of her life. Now the only way was picking herself back up. She had no intention of digging herself into the ground. 

So she wiped of her tears, and went to bathroom to wash her away the ones that had stained her face. She needed to pick herself up and move on. Pick up the pieces of her broken heart and mend it and he’s.

As she was washed her face, she stared at her reflection in the mirror. She had always been strong and beautiful and kind. She stared into her beautiful piercings eyes wondering if she would ever see him again, would she ever fall in love again?

As she slowly wiped her face, she whispered , “Goodbye my Love, till we meet again. Till see you in Montauk!”