Scribbles and stories.

Stars have fallen down today to unfold the truth; of things we've unconditionally loved and lost, But can never forget.

I play your favourite song, and try hard to cry. But not a single drop, I stare into sky Silence  Shades of blue,  Weary mind you've got, dear sky. I guess we are similar, in so many ways  I spot two stars  Parallel to eachother, Now, I think of us Hopeless failures, we are  Scared to love, I ran away, and you?  Let me go. 

When pandora opened the box, Everything in it ran off, sacred of what was left inside, Just like her, Growing up this was that one word she hated,  Or rather was scared of the most HOPE We live our entire life in uncertainty.  Of heads or tales Of odd or even Of only better and never worse  But what if one day, all if this a just a lie Or wake up from one big dream Or just fall of from that cliff?  What if Pandora hadn't opened it, What if hope didn't stay? When the world was burning,  And people dying, Why, why why? Of all the things in that box, Why did hope stay? 

Above her was earth and below sky. Of broken stars and burnt ashes, Daffodils and Lilacs  Mountains and castles She despised it all. She wore the jumkas her dadi gave  And plaited her hair with jasmine garland Ah flowers, fragile flowers It shall die soon, isn't it? Maybe that's why she wore it, At least for some time It'll stay with her, Be a part of her  And soon like everyone wither away, Because What is beauty, if doesn't fade away?  People, The Most beautiful Thus, so shall leave. Happiness is temporary, And what stays is grieve Mortal smiles and immortal tears, Love? Such a disgust.  Selflessly she hated. Ink stained fingers and incomplete sentences Paintings of beggers  Poems of insane And a play she had wrote for herself  Of black and grey, Smiling at her own self She knew, This was the most beautiful tragedy, She was the most beautiful tragedy. 

We ran under the sun,  And made faces at each other, Sang songs and danced around, Saw the sky change its colors,  And spoke of old folktales Tried counting the number of stars and laughed uncontrollably, We promised to never exchange letters, postcards, or numbers, Cuz we knew this was all we had, now. Looking down, blushing away You give me a camomile flower,  I take it and walk away. I knew you were waiting for me to turn around,  And I didn't.  I went home and kept the flower in my dairy, I smiled at the promise we've made, The promise to forget.