So much to say.

The water is running down the window,
Leaving back it's imprints, singing a song,
Like it has something to say.

The ceiling has something to say too.
The fan goes round and round, singing another song she doesn't understand. 

Shutting it all out. The clock sings another song.
Another poem. Another message. 

The world has so much to say.
Every person with a different story to tell.
Every story with a different feeling to show.
Every feeling with a different emotion to see.

I had a story too.
My silence sings a song too.
If only someone could hear it. 
There's a secret I keep, only if someone could know it.

Sundayy.

11th Standard.
A quarter of it is over and I don't know where the time went.
Back in 10th, when I used to crib about how CCE sucks and how much I want to get into 11th, everybody older used to say the same thing, "You don't want to get into 11th. It is going to turn you into a whole new person, you won't be able to even recognize."

I don't know how much I've changed in four months. I don't know who I'm going to meet when I look in the mirror the next time.
You know why?
Because I don't have the time for it. I don't have time to think what's wrong and what's right. I don't have the time to miss people who are gone. I don't have the time to pause everyday and ask myself that one question I  used to ask myself everyday, "Is this how I want my life to be?"

The whole week literally goes like the water runs down in a river.
Monday to Saturday, I feel like I'm the busiest person in the world who has so much to do that she doesn't even remember what she had for breakfast.
But then, Sundays come back to remind me of what I am.
Every Sunday takes forever to get over. No matter how much I try to make it fun, I cannot.
Sundays always suck.

Every Sunday, I get up, go to tuition for the Sunday economic test and come back home.
I make a plan for an outing with some girlfriends and it's usually over by six.
Then starts something I dread the entire week.
I have some time to myself.
No, I don't like that anymore. I don't know what to do so there's only one thing I do. THINK.
And that sucks. I don't want to think. Because then, there are so many things I hate, so many things I miss.
So many things I look past the whole week.
Things like, chocolate.
Things like, old friends.
Thing like, having a boyfriend.
Things like, hanging out with my best friends.

There are so many things I have been missing out on. So many things I love to do, but forget.
Like writing, poetry, reading, dancing.
So yeah, 11th sucks.
You have so much that you should do that you're going to end up forgetting what you want to do.
Don't do that to yourself. Obviously, studies are important. They are always going to be important. But, nothing in life is ever going to be as important as you are.
I'm not going to be like the rest of the crowd. I am not going to be like people who loose their identity along the way.

I am going to remember who I am. You should too.
Because all of us, are worth remembering. :)

WISH.
 

Awn.

The sleep that the eyes have.
The pain that's there throughout. 
The day's pretty okay.
But if you pause, it kills.

The dizzle that the air has.
The feeling that tells you its hard.
And it's okay, really.
But if you pause, it kills.

You pause and close your eyes.
And you think of the day you smiled the most.
The place where you once stood with him.
The moment those arms took you in.

Who knew, they would take their way back?
Who knew, it will never be the same.
With every day they spent together, a day less was added on.
Something would happen soon and she would hate going awn and awn.

Dusk to dawn.
She sucks when it comes to moving on.
But it's okay. She's alright.
And yet every night, she can't sleep tight.

Take her back. To the place she once called paradise.
Take her back. Teach her how to dream again.
Tell her to be who she was.
Tell her to kill who she is.

It sucks that he's not with her.
But she's going to be okay.
"Add a maybe to that. Cause I don't see that time, for a LONG, long time."

Beauty&TheBeast.

Something about the road we walked on.
Something about the speed breakers we jumped through.
Somehow, everything around happens to be nothing but a reminder of you.

Something about the scooty we rode everyday.
Something about people telling me to stay away.
Somehow, everything around happens to be nothing but a reminder of you.

Something  about chocolates and promises.
Something about coffee and cigarettes. 
Somehow, everything is nothing but a reminder of you.

Something that happens every time it rains.
Something that went on till the middle of April.
It all happens to remind of you.

What about the promises? 
What about the plans?
Aren't you going to put me to bed every night?
Aren't we going to go to every place we promised each other?

It's okay. That's what I keep telling my self anyway.
But you know me.
I know you can see.
It's not going to be okay. Not anytime soon atleast.
Till then, I'll watch the beauty and the beast.

It all belongs to that girl.

The secrets that nobody knew. 
The lips that nobody touched.
The scar that wasn't looked after.
They belong to the girl who was left on the altar.

The dairy that's half burnt.
The clothes that are too short. 
The watch that doesn't work.
They all belong to the girl who doesn't like going to school.

The hair that's shotter than usual.
The eyes that always have pain.
The voice that breaks every now and then.
They all belong to the girl who can't move on.

The body that wasn't touched. 
The heart that never fell in love.
The eyes that carry glitter.
They all belong to the girl who's innocent.

She's going to loose it too.
Sometime soon.
She's going to say, "I do"
To somebody she doesn't love.
She's going to end up in some corner of the world. 
Maybe she'll be happy. Maybe not. 
But who cares?
It's all okay, when it comes to life.

Okay.

The day kicked off.
The rain drops came down.
Sometimes, it's going to be okay,
With or without. 

It's like you're almost numb. 
Maybe you've stopped caring after all.
But in the end, it's going to be okay,
Even if you lost somebody who wasn't going to let you fall.

The promises went broken.
The messages unattended.
But still, you've got the be okay.
The future's always going to be unprecedented.

The coffee spilled a couple of days ago.
Nobody cares enough to clean the mess.
But somehow it's okay, now.
You get used to messes in days of stress. 

The song paused while playing.
The movie ended on a bad note.
The book you read was shitty. 
But it's still okay.
Because things don't matter.
Even people don't sometimes.

How long are you going to chase them?
How long are you going to wait?
Take the road not taken instead.
How long are you going to be in this state?

Shut the door for the world. 
And get your hair from the parlour curled.
Change is better.
The people you loved?
Now, they don't matter.