You

Why is it that you only ever ask me to go with you to do your work, I don't want to tag along, I like spending time with you but not like that, I don't want to always waste my time doing your stuff with you. I may as well not see you, if my soul is worn every time that happens.. But is this selfish of me? Yes. Definitely. But I can't help it. All that you request is of so little significance to me. So if you ask, I'll say no, I don't want to go.. Because I don't like dark crowdy places with lots of people..

I don't know

Why I hesitated and went the other way to avoid you. Sorry.

Maybe you don't remember

But back then, at that moment, there was an ache in me when I heard her name. What will you think if I told you now how I felt then? It's frustrates me though, to know that the feelings are alleviating. Maybe it's because I always like to get what I don't have, which in turn causes me to neglect what I already have. I wish this nature of mine would disappear.

I don't remember

asking for this.

the last thing that mattered to my soul.

the day the world ended.

when I first saw you.

why I'm how I am.

the things that made me happy.

the last time I was sad.

Imagination.

I stand,

and gaze,

beyond the realm of vision.

I take,

a step,

a pace,

roaming this prevalent white land.

Monsoon

I was half drenched when I got home tonight. It was pouring rain at the city and people couldn't escape the inevitable fate of catching a few drops. I use to think that the sky was crying when it rained and sometimes I still think that now. I think, a lot of the times, I just want to drop the science from everything and let things become less complex. to allow for their existence as occurrences of inexplainable phenomenons of this world. Do we always have to break every molecule of this world down to find reasons to its structure and purpose? The human mind has given us power to rise to the top of the food-chain, but has it not also been the cause of all our confusions about life. I've always seen rain as something full of sorrow and melancholy. The sky is in grief and the air always smells of that scent. When I open my palm to catch the droplets, it feels like I'm receiving a gift entirely free of charge and I don't need to feel guilty in any way about it because it is rightfully mine. Rain radiates with colour. It appears whitish-grey, but really, it's only because it's falling so fast that your naked eyes fail to capture the lights it reflected throughout it's journey.