stories of my life

Nowadays I met a lot of strangers, Sad & lost just like me. We build the walls around To keep sadness away & enjoy the fullest. Once I met a stranger, Who said, Would you like to have some conversations? I said well okay! In the meantime We exchange a lot of words & find some common interest. Eventually, he said Would you like to come back To my home with me I said, sorry well no way! I ain't interested In the one night stand He said No, it will be one unchain night. He said We will vanish our walls. Instead of taking our clothes, We will take our feelings off! Your head will be on my shoulder, You can keep crying, & tell me about your pain. I'll take care of you, As a fragile being. Then When there will be morning We'll just part our ways No names, no digits, no text It will be just one vent night. We will be strangers again, with no name Who shares & forget everything!!!

By the age of twenty, What one can realise You are surrounded  by nasty person  You can't fight for truth Or make revolutions Just you can be voice opinion  & that's what  I intend to attain. All I seek is little bit truce  Little prosperity As little as 50 cents of happiness Just like  Finding money in your jacket which you wore last winter. Or  maybe completing the seasons of "must-watch series" Yes That also count on what I crave the most. Life is hardly a fairy tale There is no prince  Or Cinderella & hardly some happy stories Life is all about little things & little bit fun. Anyways, sometimes I wonder  What will the cost of heart As the human heart is huge  than the 50 cents of happiness I wonder what will be the cost of the string that attaches two human heart together. Cotton candy cloud Chocolate bars, bubble all around me, streets covered with trees, lonely roads, a real smil

I am back in the city which I am not sure I can call "home" anymore. Yes, it is true that I have a house here a 2 storey building right across the street where my parents lived, who with each passing nights are near the twilights of their lives. I know I am here for my quarantine vacation but I am not sure I will be comfortable or not.  I know everyone here loved me or recognize me so well but as time passes by things go different. Indeed it's a universal truth "home is a place of comfort & love" & yeah I am comfortable here it's just that I am afraid of waking up late, nagging of my parents, & I am afraid of the unusual lifestyle of my hostel. Moreover, I am afraid of my neighbor, family friends gazing on me & their unusual question, but I know I can cop up with this with my mom's made magical food which I have been craving for so long, the sibling with their emotional drama & most awaited late night walks with my friend

 yes I am a big hoarder of stuff. Stuff that might make no sense to you,  But yeah I am a collector of useless & meaningful things  Like the  old friendship band I got in primary, the wrapper of chocolate given to me with love or the minion which is being gifted by my mum.  Ever since I was a child my elder's always thought me to store all the memories in the brain box of mine & I did this by keeping Little reminder of those moments inside an old box which may seem usual to you but for me, it's a treasure chest. Probably as special as your favorite makeup vanity kit for you. But the main cause of holding things till now is that I always remember good memories with the bad memories. I never know when it's the time to let the awful memories go. Even I have a soulful collection with these good moments more than people in it. I get lost in those moments, I imagine them & try to relive them but I never really know how to let the things go when they are t