The day my enemy will know my pain
I will dig a grave for myself
The day your tears will fall on my shroud
I will be holding the bier than your arms
I will be carried away by my four best friends
The day you will feel tired and alone
Call me with those silver jingles in your voice.
The day you'll find true love, remember me.
I will be there in those foliates I wrote for you.
The day you will lose hope, don't cry,
Because I'll be holding you to my chest till you fall asleep
The day my friends will know all about me
I will walk away silently.
Days we had spent looking at each other’s eyes. Sharing thoughts, ideas and fantasies that no one knows. And then came the moment, the moment I admitted to myself that I had feelings for you – the feelings that came to my mind was: “What the hell?” You and me, the possibility of a “we” – could it happen? Two people from two different caste, community, from two different places. It was too foreign to me, too alien but what my mind refused to accept, my heart graciously embraced.
I have never said it before, because I never felt the urge to write so much about you. It’s 1 AM, quarantined at my home office, feeling sleepy. So I lit a cigarette and kept staring at the wall – a portray of yours that i have recently made. Somewhere in my brain it kept telling to close my fucking eyes and forget about you. But the more i tried to do that, the more your memories kept unfolding. So I took a pen and felt this urge to write about you. But I’m hating every second of this because I know I should be either working on another project or sit sleeping but I just can’t sleep yet not until I finish writing just to silence this gnawing insanity in me. Yes, believe me, that’s how I will love you —compelled, possessed, warranted.
I will love you like the way I love porn. After watching almost all of the Naughty American Clips, I never had enough of watching porn and I think there will never be a time when I’ll truly have enough of it. That’s how I will love you — enchained, entangled, enslaved by the love I have for you.
How foolish was I to fall in love and how foolish was I to let her go so easily. How foolish was I to make her cry when I promised that I would never hurt her. All her gestures of love, smell of her body, taste of her lips, touch of her hand. — I remember a distinct desire in my heart.
After a tired day at work I decided to talk a walk down the road for some cold breeze. I stopped near a place. A place which fathomed me that I had once visited. Yes, I walked inside McDonald. Found my way to the corner. But I wasn’t alone. A beautiful lady, with long straight hair, dressed in pink top and blue jeans came and sat opposite to me. And I wondered what made such a beauty to come and sit near me. Well, how do I describe her? She was a beauty that squandered my sanity for a few moments under the dim lights of the room.
It was Saturday evening, the night is about to fall and my testosterone were wresting inside since 3 days. It’s also that day of the week she select for shopping. I was standing on the balcony, wishing that merciful God never stops the rain. 10 minutes into my prayer, the rain stopped. I looked up, a pigeon flew across. What the fuck pigeon meant I don’t know. Shopping is really terrifying for me, its a direct attack to my testosterone; its her territory and she knows all the rules of shopping. Each time a walk with her to the store turns into an adventure into an unknown place for me. But I know that more than shopping what she likes is going shopping with me. I locked the door, kissed her on her forehead, hold her hand and drove to the shopping center.
Based on conservative estimates, this is the 10th time I´ve checked the new picture you´ve uploaded. I´m still lying on my bed,maximizing and minimizing the screen, (well, actually I am supposed to be preparing for UPSC) so those moments in the past 2 hours of looking at your photos again and again, I call them study breaks. You can´t blame me. I´m dealing with differential equations and strange-looking variables which could really make my mind explode.
I didn’t know what it was all about. But now I know that losing you someday was my than greatest phobia. The fear of abandonment was arguably my greatest phobia. It was the sabotage of an empty heart, a heart that will get lost somewhere, someday. Huh….Why do we always fear of losing someone close to our heart?
How foolish was I to fall in love and how foolish was I to let her go so easily. How foolish was I to make her cry when I promised that I would never hurt her. All her gestures of love, smell of her body, taste of her lips, touch of her hand. — I remember a distinct desire in my heart.
After a tired day at work I decided to talk a walk down the road for some cold breeze. I stopped near a place. A place which fathomed me that I had once visited. Yes, I walked inside McDonald. Found my way to the corner. But I wasn’t alone. A beautiful lady, with long straight hair, dressed in pink top and blue jeans came and sat opposite to me. And I wondered what made such a beauty to come and sit near me. Well, how do I describe her? She was a beauty that squandered my sanity for a few moments under the dim lights of the room. 
It was Saturday evening, the night is about to fall and my testosterone were wresting inside since 3 days. It’s also that day of the week she select for shopping. I was standing on the balcony, wishing that merciful God never stops the rain. 10 minutes into my prayer, the rain stopped. I looked up, a pigeon flew across. What the fuck pigeon meant I don’t know. Shopping is really terrifying for me, its a direct attack to my testosterone; its her territory and she knows all the rules of shopping. Each time a walk with her to the store turns into an adventure into an unknown place for me. But I know that more than shopping what she likes is going shopping with me. I locked the door, kissed her on her forehead, hold her hand and drove to the shopping center.
Shards in Love 
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