Definition of Longing

It is not that I’m not getting emails. Last time, I checked my spasm folder, it was full. I went through emails but I haven’t found the right email. I have checked the connection and find the speed was very slow. Just out of concern that somehow my emails are getting delayed because of slow speed, I connected my laptop to my personal dongle and leave it connected when I go to restroom, lunch, dinner. I haven’t disconnected my laptop, even when I go out to meet someone for I don’t want my emails to complain to me “We come and you were not there. So we returned.”

Finding an email even when you are not expecting brings in a pleasant surprise, but the one you are expecting bring much more… it brings peace.

The Perfectionist's Curse

My boss told me to do this file work with perfection.

Did I do it perfectly?

Almost!

What do I mean?

I forgot to add the most important document in the work file, as I was perfectly working on it.

Fate of Stars

When I accepted the

Darkness surrounding me

I became a star

Some thousand light-years away

From you

Waiting…

Waiting for you to look

Upon me

And that’s when

Thermonuclear reactions accelerated into me

If you will stare at me daily like this

I’m going to turn either into a black hole

Or a supernova

Weekend Girl

During weekdays, I didn’t know her. Even if I have known her during weekends, during weekdays I hardly recognized her: a weak emaciated girl running after college bus, a girl with only research work in her mind, a girl who never acknowledges my presence even during the lunch or loo breaks, a girl who just called me back to thrash me for calling her so many times and the girl who talked ideas. During weekends, she was a zero figure model, hugged more often, drank booze like German Shepard drinks water in summer, crashed one party after another, and rosy lipped, she joked about her fucked-up life, her anal-retentiveness and called herself a ‘certified’ bitch in booze smell.

Desperation

When will you free tomorrow?

How’s your tomorrow look like?

Are you free tomorrow?

Is everything alright with you?

Do you want to meet on coming Friday?
How’s going?

Hidden Injuries

I'm no victim, O' love, not a torturer
But you must know who i am?
You must have an idea about me
I'm warning you that if you scare me anymore
I may become who I am not.

Bloody Masks

People wear so many masks here

And become someone else entirely

Sometime they don’t even recognize

Themselves

Blood of broken trust had dried

On their hands

Still they say it wasn’t me

Why do you bleed everytime

In this world

O my friend