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Laugh as a madman

  

I laugh so loud
For you who know me
But don’t know
About that sea
Which reside
But I hide
Inside
Because
I am like a madman
Who laugh so loud
And free but adamant
As for you I always ran
Away, far away
To somewhere
Alone and grey.

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Drops of love

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“Why are you crying, baby?”

She continues crying.

“C’mon, he’s not gonna die.. It’s just a movie of melodramatic story”

She doesn’t reply and cries louder, watching the movie together with him, resting her head on his lap.

“Tell me.. Why are you crying so much.. It’s not even real?”, he asked, fondling her glossy- short hair.

She blinks her eyes, freeing the dribble of tears pouring down from her eyelashes rendered with black mascara.

Later then, she squints towards his face to see whether he’s hiding his eyes away from her.

She feels the unaltered ardent glory of passion she’d on him while staring at the wetness beneath his mysterious eyes last night. Most of the times, he does this to hide away from her and lay down happiness in her. But this time, she catches him instantly and suddenly rises up from his lap.

She sits, crossing her both thighs around his lap and holds his jaw in her palm. He tries to break out from her innocent figure, a portrayal of an emotionally dissociated part of his love.

“I know it’s not real, but I know you will do the same for me if such sort of circumstances would come..”, she replies while hugging him without looking at his eyes. All-in-all, he realizes what she is actually thinking of him. He never tries to question her: she feels so secure to wrap his arms around her.

My Glasses

I have been wearing spectacles since my sixth standard. I clearly remember that when I wore it for the first time I had cleared the lenses after every minute though it wasn’t dirty just to look at them. Now, I rarely get time to do so. But I love my specs the same. I really enjoy adjusting them on my nose while answering in class (A nerdy feeling!!) But I must say; now I don’t answer much in class as a normal Indian-Engineering-Student who prefers to keep mum and look around. Sometimes, specs irritate me too like in rain but now it’s like my child who annoy you still you love it.
Now it’s my silly poem for my beloved spectacles..
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
It is the one with glasses two
hanging on nose for a clearer view
It is the one guiding my eyes
hiding my blinks of my fear too shy
It is the one the one preserving my beauty
showing my nights of imaginations on duty
It is the one which get foggy in steam
adjusting it is like overlaying vex with attitude mean
It is the one which get drenched in shining tears
cooking with me stories when none fit to share 
It is the one listening to my ears
with strands of my hair to settle there
It is the one filtering your demeanor’s sight
so be careful it catches what’s wrong or right
It is a separable clung part of mine
revealing my identity and the spent on book time
It is the one without which I feel incomplete
as it serves as a knight for lusting freak