Bantering

After a bickering and bantering session yesterday. I felt the need to ask him “Do you think what we are doing is healthy?” I sighed “I mean we argue most of the time”.

A smile made its way into his face “Both of us are stubborn individuals and we never did agree to go on head along with every decision?” he quirked a brow.

“No, we didn’t . May be this is normal for us.” I wondered before munching on the last of my biscuits.

“It is dear. Believe me”!

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Words Left Unsaid (From His viewpoint)

It is frustrating , exhilarating-

I get baffled okay, cannot react the best way,

Silence, it makes coping easier,

Your constant prodding and pricking my head ;

Questions which I can’t seem to answer,

Did you know , your talking wrecks my brain,

I need some rest, not an IQ testing late at night,

Still we talk , I mean respond to your questions

Isn’t that conversation enough?

We meet when you want us to,

As a man I do my part well of listening,

At least you don’t get to complain,

You might not be doing well, but you are an adult,

A women ought to dissolve her mental difficulties , herself;

As if I could ever help you with that,

And don’t you dare compare me to others,

You know fairy tales are not true

You ask me not to call and the next moment you want me to fight,

Is ‘Lunatic’ the new adjective for you?

Loving you almost comes naturally, to me

Present seems alright, future is yet to come,

Why don’t we just enjoy the way things are?

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Words Left Unsaid ( From her viewpoint)



I wish you I could understand this ,

When you put obvious efforts to avoid me,

It might be the ‘nothing stage’ in your head;

For me it definitely is something-

Where I have to act as the mature one,

Precisely is it always the situation? May be,

I have lost count now,

You might tell me about the space a man needs,

Again that would be fruitful had we been too close.

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A new oath

How long has it been , you called?
A month , year , can’t recall that .
The withering leaves reminds me ,
Isn’t  life  the same way, escaping slowly
Today I took an oath , not to forget you ;
But be myself around you ,
A person who might creep you out ,
A sarcastically cold hearted person ;
Who will not sweet mouth your faults –
No mistakes will be tolerated .
Its up to you now , how long will you hold .

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Escape

Someone to critique me, whenever I’m wrong,

Somebody who isn’t judgmental

You seem to be sweet at times-

Uncaring of what I might feel,

The next instant you turn cold

Everything seems to dissolve at once;

So what I do is move away from you

It helps me escape my emotions,

Turn them latent for the time being;

Yet your face, flashes out of nowhere

Breaking the barrier of my  mind.

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Little messages

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She was happy that he sent her a “Good Morning ” message without her sending taking the initiative this time .
But he sent the message to all his contacts .Though she knew that , she was happy because -a person who was hopelessly in love with a guy ( that is her ) , a simple message from him meant a lot .