with you

when i'm with you

i'm a teenager

riding my new ladybird

buying my 1st strawberry soda

when i'm with you

i'm a 6 year old

happily drunk on frooti

swinging in the park

infront of my house

when i'm with you

i'm as shy as a teenager

wearing a laced bra

for the first time

when i'm with you

i see a butterfly flutterby

and wonder just how many of them

are inside my heart

when i'm with you

i feel the wind in my hair

while you take me in your arms

and spin the world around me

when i'm with you

i am that 6 year old

playing hopscotch

holding my skirt

kicking about with my small toes

when i'm with you

i'm wearing that babypink & cream frock

that my father gifted on my 6th birthday,

and running around barefoot with joy

when i'm with you

i'm that shy teeanger coz

my crush has a crush on me too

when i'm with you

i want to buy popsicles & cotton candies

and collect stickers and tazos with you

when i'm with you

i let you tie my laces

and choose which color of gems

i am going to have next

When i'm with you

i wonder how blue the skies are

how green the grass is

how flirtatious the wind is

and why you love me so much

marshmallow

I want to crawl over your 

collar bone, tuck myself 

beneath your skin, imprison

myself behind your ribs and 

hug you from the inside.

Credits - Alicia Auch

amrita pritam & sahir ludhyanawi

A young Amrita Pritam, madly in love with Sahir, wrote his name hundreds of times on a sheet of paper while addressing a press conference. They would meet without exchanging a word, Sahir would puff away; after Sahir's departure, Amrita would smoke the cigarette butts left behind by him. After his death, Amrita said she hoped the air mixed with the smoke of the butts would travel to the other world and meet Sahir! Such was their obsession and intensity.

on my knees

if you were to suddenly appear on the road

that i'm walking

right now

i will fall on my knees

weak & shivering 

with a strange mix of pain & pleasure

and if you smile, only god can help me..

.

oh, what would i not do

to relive our first kiss

and that uncomfortable unfamiliarity

of seeing your face properly

for the first time.

that night of our first snow,

when every flake was a spoken word

and every move, so incorrigibly impetuous.

State of Happiness

late at night, when only broken teenagers
and felines are awake. maybe it's 3
(or 4, or 5)
or right when sunshine slinks through.
somewhere between consciousness and slumber.
i turn, fingertips brushing your skin,
warmth dispersing under my pores.
not fully awake, not quite asleep, i wrap my arm 
around your torso,
my lips placing lazy kisses upon your freckles.
your fingers, from alertness, or habit, grasp onto mine.
and somewhere between the state of consciousness and slumber,
i fall back asleep.

if you are going to ask what my favorite thing is, or
what on this earth makes me the happiest,
i would tell you to read the lines above

Courtesy  - Amber S

sapne bhi pareshaan karne lagey hain aaj kal,

hairaan karne lagey hain.

neendein hi neend udaane lagi hain,

aur khamoshiyan, shor..