When will I get the answers?

When will I write him a poem?
When will I bake him a cake?
When will our emotions run in tandem?
When will I start smiling again?
When will his arms become my heaven?
When will "I'm ready" begin?
When will I find "that" Someone?
When will everything "fall in place"?
When will I start to believe in Love?
When will I have my share of happy days?
And what if I meet that "someone" this winter?
Will I fall just as hard and happily again?
And what if I find out my feelings r not completely over?
What am I supposed to then?
Maybe I am being too cynical right now!
But when is this cynicism supposed to end?
Maybe my Mr Right is somewhere around the corner..
But what if I remain too hurt to entertain?

Anything's better than a U-turn!

Dishonest people, a confused bitter year and murdered hope,
Like everyone walks in your room to lock you out the door.


So, he came in like a happy delightful environment make-over,
Like a b'ful snowy winter after terrible Indian summer,
He wore a white V-neck tee and a black pullover,
Black basket-ball shorts, maybe shoes or maybe slippers,
He walked me to his car, alas! Didn't open the door,
But I gave him extra marks for the basketball shorts he wore!


Just something about the boyish charm he possesses,
And how irresistible fine, he dresses,
How he walked me to the Grocery store,
To gemme a bottle of water and asked if I wanted something more,
And he paid as I stood next to him, brushing against his clothes,
And then we set off on the early morning empty roads.


I looked at him 4 an extra minute to figure out what's so attractive..
Is it the white tee or the drinks I had been having,
Not a second extra to let him catch me looking at him,
Not a second less to notice how perfectly torso-hugging his Tee is.


His hand rubbed against my legs as he changed the gears while he drove,
Just so it doesn't repeat, he functioned the gear-stand from below,
Obviously, I don't remember everything about the night,
Even then, reminiscing about it makes me smile,
How he drove slow and we never ran out of road,
How he didn't mention he has to go home,
And just something so fresh and nice about him,
Decent- yes! But I will not be hoping.

Unrequited Love..

I try forgiving but I just can’t forget..

the dust of the past doesn’t seem to rest..

Sometimes we just can’t learn from our mistakes

Sometimes all one thinks about is the one that got away.

And I know you waited for something better but there came no change,

And the light of hope in the tunnel turned out to be the head lights of a train.

You turned out to be the sweetest guy but it was too fictional for me to take,

How can we work this out, with my heart full of ice, and yours full of pain.

Every time you get me flowers, I never care to take them along,

I leave them in the lane or I drop them on the road,

Does not mean I don’t appreciate them ..

But I just cant put myself in trouble at home.

You love me and you show it, but I never take your phone,

I try everytime to like you but I am so better off alone.

Its not my fault though, I am just not the one you should have found,

I know I agreed to be your girlfriend twice, and then I turned you down,

I have lost all butterflies to wanna kiss anybody anymore unless I’m 4 beers down,

You sweet-talk to me all evening, at night you ask me out on your knees,

You tell me that you miss me and you have to ask me to repeat,

You look into my eyes romantically, but so much cheesiness scares me.

I can do better.

And I never thought I would miss you

Not this soon.

I got to confess, I didn’t like you as much as you did.

And I feared I might be the bad guy here,

Cuz I have never met someone as nice as you in21 years.

And I didn’t want to do you wrong

That’s like doing what I always hated on.

I got to admit, No one has got me flowers, let alone Roses.

No one texts me incessantly, infact they play like

they dont even know where there phone is.

But the more I talk to any other guy

Even the guy that I liked before you walked in

I realize how beautiful your soul is

And how u r not even 2% full of shit.

The way you talk, the things you say,

Have got me believing in “good” + “guys” again.

I want to trust you, without any doubts,

With no cynicism about you, without any frowns.

I wanna be with you, Without having to stalk you.

And instead you say “you can keep my password
that way, you can check my Inbox too!”

You put my pic up on your blackberry,

You say you wanna make me meet your mummy,

although yes then she would say "first start earning your dollars" :P

and the way you said "dont think about me, just think about us"

Just the kinda things you say make me wanna smile,

Like “I will be the best 8^th grade anyone can ever have”

And how u said “inshallah u will ace the interview easily”

Till you heard that means I would have to go out of the country

And then you were like, now you will hate me

But I don’t want you to go baby

And the way you demand  “I miss you, why don’t you miss me?”

And your cute instant rhymes “don’t say ‘Maybe’, say ‘Yes Baby’”

I have not got everything this effortlessly and this soon

I don’t think I can do better, after you.

Drinks in a mixture..

Too many bottles and types of beers,
And I ask 'em to get some more,
I had my some glasses of whiskey,
Didn't count 'em, that's how I go.
Too many pretty boys at this party,
But I could have done with less pretty ones too,
I mean, after all this alcohol in my tummy,
I think I can sweet-talk to any bloody body even you.
I have been coming here a lot lately,
I know everyone here and rest I would tonight,
I still don't remember the names they told me,
And with all my deliriousness, it shouldn't be a surprise.
No offence to 'em, but they are all male-bitches and bastards,
Not even one good guy here around,
And I have mercilessly lowered my standards,
And still no one fits the ground.
I got 400+ male-friends on facebook,
200 live in my city,
But none good enough to trust that he would just talk to you,
if you go to his home after party.
Their hearts are enormously ugly,
That the average ugly looks pretty,
Its funny now how they want a different woman every week,
And then sit down together and talk about girls being slutty.
I am so drunk right now I might tell one of 'em where he stands,
So drunk right now that I might instead stand with him and not say a word of crap,
So bloody drunk that I can let him smell my hair,
So fucking drunk to be sweet to someone I swore I would never look at.
I wonder how fucked drunk is his girl,
Who has no issues with him fucking around,
With her being on the same floor, same club,
And despite this, they would still ignorantly go to his house.
I don't the fuck know where World lost 'em morals,
All I cam ask for is God to light 'em,
I am sure he has helped the dirtiest,
I ramble on, I have had just so fucking much to drink,
I kiss a girl, always wanted to, one tick on my to-do list.
She thinks I am hot, she is hot too,
But I prefer tall, sexy, skinny chics,
So this one won't do.
But it was just for fun, no repeat, atleast m not planning to.
I feel so dizzy, I think I will go to the loo,
I don't remember when I last got this drunk,
Oh! Then I know it was with you.


I trek the Himalayas in my heels & sit upstairs,
Cradle my head in my hands, they got me a bottle n I can't even thank,
I have had a lot of slices of lime, 3 or maybe I managed the fourth,
I had them all in a go, I am sure they didn't have more.
I have been here for soo long,
I just need to get home,
And its funny how he doesn't come around,
Chivalry is dead, now courstey's out of town,
I mean I don't even want him to,
But I would have, if I were in his shoes,
And I am sure he did see me fucking holding my head,
But then I am too nice to expect nice from the bad,
I walk till the car with my heels off,
And I cried all the way home.
Reminiscing unintentionally about the last time when I got this drunk with you,
How you held my hair up and told me its alright to puke,
And I couldn't find my rubber band,
And you didn't even ask me to.
How at 3am you got me bottles of lemonade and water,
And all I did was fuck your car,
It didn't affect you, but it pissed me,
how I said "I just wanna go back to your room"
And how your anything meant so much home to me,
And you used your brush cuz I wanted to brush my teeth,
Oh shit, I am crying like crazy
I need to stop freakin my sis, her guy and my friend,
They are so nice but I can't stop it.
All I am saying is how all that clubs have are male-bitches,
How I am sick of this ciity, how I am sick of being ill-treated,
How I am never having drinks in a mixture,
How I still on my finger-tips remember your number.


But I know I will regret missing you tomorrow,
And I will go to a club day after,
I will again drink this much or even more,
But hopefully, I won't cry again for an asshole.

God is there, and He is great and He listens!

I hated God when He gave me scars,
I hated Him when I didn't get nice marks,
Hated Him when someone would do me wrong,
Hated Him when shit won't go according to how I'ld want.


Now I can feel Him, I know He is walking with me,
I feel His presence, n I thank Him for being on my side,
And I know He is on my side! Always was, sure will be.
I thank Him for having given me scars when I could have died,
For not making me pretty that I get settled,
With whichever asshole I'ld really like,
Cuz the asshole won't find someone better,
And I would be way too blind!


And I blamed Him for making my nice guys crappy,
I thought it was because He has a crush on me,
And that He feels jealous when somebody else is the reason behind the *smiling* Me,
But in real, He was saving me from crappier that they would keep on getting,
And I blamed Him for taking away from me my arms abode where I loved to be,
But right now I am thankful from each nerve of my heart to not be where I used to be!


And I thank Him for letting them go,
And I thank Him for not letting me be in a situation where ignorance is bliss,
I thank Him for not making me put up with an/ another asshole,
I thank Him for getting my heart broken a couple of times,
I thank Him for giving me endless suffocating teary nights,
Cuz its combination of all this that has made me so right and wise!


I know He was there, always was. Sure will be!
He was there, with his own set of incomprehensible Godly tricks and ways,
And now I put my faith in His celestial embrace and I see His Light enter and gross immorality dissipates,
I know He is our Father, and He shall make my life a song that shall be sung beautifully,
I know He was right there, feeling sad when I questioned "where the fuck are you", crying, blaming incessantly,
And I kept disbelieving in Him while He was fixing my ignorant childish mind & making me stronger,
I saw through the fact that he gave me the BEST gift anyone could ever have in a sister,
I saw through the fact that its a training period for the real War that I might face in the future,
I saw through the fact that God is there, and He is great and He listens!
:)

She can't miss him

It was one of the nights when she would have shunned a Club for a Diner
It was one of the nights when dancing did not excite her
Just one of those nights when she felt alone with so many at a party
One of the nights when Alcohol failed to make her happy


She was sure she did not miss anyone,
I mean, she should not.
They did not deserve her and everyone told her to listen,
But like a typical girl, she would not.


It had been a long time since she thought of him..

or how he was the biggest fan of her unconventional behaviour,

how he loved her feet and would take her feet's pictures,
and lately a girl told her "men kiss feet of those who they love"
and I am sure it would have pinched her...


or anything about you like her home in your arms,
happiness in your voice, competence in your charm,
your admiration of her craziness,
or the nice things that u had once said,
your faith in her that she did not desert,
her faith in you that u never kept.


And there is a view of her Moon from the top floor,
its her only solace in such times and sucha place,
She doesnot know what type is it of “such times”
But there is little poignancy in these times
That takes her back to the old happy times
When she was not alone even when she literally was
She had unstoppable smile that she could not get rid of
And she dedicated all the songs to someone
And those songs now being played r realization that ‘they’ could be undone


She had her weird ways, she played her little games,
She would not express what she felt and they would not wait,
Then she would feel its right to heal her attachment with time,
instead of running after and being part of the chase,
And so she preferred to be as fresh as ice and as cold as she was before,
But I think times like these kind of abraded her almost healed wounds,
And she danced and smiled but thought about all the could-s and would-s that didn’t come true,
but with time, She has mastered the Art of Letting Go,
Cuz according to her, a truly good man can not be blown.


now she sits with *a lot of pretty boys she calls friends* sipping whiskey,
Pulls out a napkin and starts sub-consciously scribbling..
“I am sitting, thinking of what we could have been,
So should I start a storm till it brings you to me..”

Could You Never Come Now

Maybe I have more Mr Wrongs in my destiny than the one Mr Right,

We could have met, we should have met

But we didn’t.. and its crazy, then again its fine!

Maybe I walked past him on a sidewalk

Maybe just saw past his smiles

Maybe just ignored him when we must have collided

Maybe got disgusted to see his hero-fights

I waited too long for him to walk in and sweep me off my feet

Tried to find him in every somebodies

Tubs of ice cream could not cheer me up

How I deleted the number but it didnot work

On my Aquarian-ness, blamed it

Been over-upset for losing a stupid git

Now all I am left with is strong faith in doubt

And all World has is one less happy Romantic around

I am going back to ashes, to rise someday ..maybe!

I am hoping  to remain  Polar cold for another century

Best way to not get ur heart broken

Is to pretend u don’t have one

And the best is to not love and lose

Than to love and someone else he would choose

Now I am going back 3 years.. I am wiping off all my tears

I will wallow in ignorance

I am going back to happiness

I have looked for you in everyone

In everyone, I almost saw you

I don’t know why u fled that soon

Don’t know if I held on too long

or u wanted to let go too soon

so I am done looking around for you

cuz right now I feel like a fool

I am as cold as an Ice Box

And now don’t come around calling my phone

I wasn’t that strong to have waited this long,

and u tested my patience, so I am moving on

I know u would come in when I will b alone

In some form or another, for a week or a month

But I don’t need you anymore

If all you are is a heartache on my door.

Go knock at someone’s who is weak

I am not stupid enough to wait for an asshole!

Maybe I missed you in the guys I hurt

Maybe I missed you in the guys I loved

Maybe I missed you

Maybe you missed me

Maybe we rnt just meant to be

I digress, its over, this never-ending fruitless journey.
So dont come around. I wont be here

I am going back 3 years.

@TheQuoteWhore

When you left that person, was it your choice...or did they cause a series of events to take place with which caused you to want that?


sometimes letting go is the only way to move forward and sometimes the hardest thing to do is to do nothing.


Don't let go too soon, don't hold on too long


Never expect. Never assume. Just let it be. If it's meant to be, it will happen.


Dont apologize if you're going to keep doing the things you're sorry for..


saying "okay" a million times just to get your parents to stop talking.


Never put yourself in a situation where you're not sure of where you stand in a person's life.


The beginning of the relationship will determine what the rest of it will be like


#TheReasonYouAlways let your past make you bitter is because you’re not over it yet


#TheReasonYouAlways repeat the same mistakes is because you've been forgiven the first time.


#TheReasonYouAlways take someone back is because it’s easier to stay with what you know than to leave"


Before you say something, STOP and think how you'd feel if someone said it to you.


Instead of wiping away your tears, you should wipe away the people who make you cry.


Someone will always be prettier. Someone will always be smarter. Someone will always be younger. But they will NEVER be you.


Don't say it unless you mean it. And if you mean it, you better be ready to prove it.


Being dumped, taken for granted and hurt by the one they love is the reason why many people choose to FLIRT than to be in a relationship.


Always remember, when someone breaks your heart, someone out there is just waiting to fix it.


Stop thinking that you will never find someone like him again, start thinking that he'll never find someone as amazing as you again.


No matter how good or bad you have it, wake up each day thankful for your life. Someone somewhere else is fighting to survive.


If you talk about me, let me give you some advice, click your heels 3 times and say " I wish I had a life!"


Every rock they throw, I use as a stepping stone.


Cinderella didn't need to take off her dress to get her prince charming, and neither do you.


Unless a man has done something to make you dislike or not trust him, don't make him pay for the troubles another man caused.


Real men stay faithful. They don't have time to look for another woman because they're too busy looking for new ways to love their own.


Don't feel sad over someone who gave up on you. Feel sorry that they gave up on someone who would never have given up on them.


Why give that person a second chance, when there's someone out there waiting for the first?


Smart girls open their minds. Easy girls open their legs. Foolish girls open their hearts.


You need to realize that they don't care, and you could be missing out on someone who does.


Someone who doesn't realize how special you are probably doesn't deserve to be with you anyway.


I wonder why guys mistreat and disrespect women. But then expect life to hand them a good woman when they're ready to settle down?


If a guy tells you he is different, he is just like all the others. If he really is different, he'll show you, not tell you.


A good relationship should have 3 things: eyes that won't cry, lips that won't lie and love that won't die."


God answers in 3 ways: he says yes & gives you what you want, he says no & gives you something better, or he says wait & gives you the best!


You can’t choose your family, but you can ignore their phone calls....haha


You will love again & you will hurt again. You just need to find the person that’s worth it."


Dear Boys, I’m not a back up plan and definitely not a second choice."


The greatest revenge to a girl that steals your man is to let her have him, because a truly good man can never be stolen.

You make falling in love easy!

And I wondered if it didn’t work out with him, it wont work out with anyone else,

And just when I got fine guiltless drunk-kissing cute boys, u had ur way in,

I told you, I don’t believe in “love”

And that I dont any longer trust in “the one”

But u didn’t take the easy road like all of them

U said “you love me” and you said you will wait

when I got my crazy-self at you, u didn’t like me any less

You wrote me poems and said I look pretty when I looked like a mess

you dont let your friends make fun of me

or whatever that was supposed to be

I used 2 say God has a crush on me that’s y he cant c me happy with someone else

But I know now y it didn’t work out with any of them

And I have my heaven in your arms

All the twisted bend to you just adds up to ur charm

And the more I spend time with you

I m sure I would fall in love with you

Ghost of Chances

The question is I don't get how people believe,
That as well as they know themselves, they know others!
And then they say "Your fault is thinking bitter,
And thinking women sleep with monsters."
I know I need to give it a shot,
It's the Ghost of Chances, it makes no promises,
It comes when You least expect it and doesn't when you want it.

It's strange how when I sit with you, an hour turns into 3 minutes,
Just as weird as women *tell* lies, yet *whisper* secrets,
N how with you, a simple September night becomes over moony and inlet-warm,
And how downloadable- nice sounds a normal song,
And how you let me kiss you when you are on a phone call,
And you suppress all your desperation in your heart :P

There is match-making in your job,
A secret- keeper in your dog,
Pleasure in your stubble against my back,
Happy complacency being around u where u stand,
A party where no 1 intrudes,
Smiley-ness in your room,
Happiness when we stand next to your window,
As the moonlight plays its "touch and go"
Can't remember what pulled me so strong,
Maybe it was your eyes, now maybe your arms,
Sure they sent you out of nowhere,
It feels like it was yesterday,
And also feels like a lot more,
And maybe I like u more than before,
So Dost thou know who made thee?
And sent you as my gravity?
It would be easy to love you,
But just as hard to see you leave,
Cuz who knows if you would ever return?
Loving is indeed the toughest thing to learn!

Bitter Hearts...

Do you possess that brutal, cruel heart,
The one that will use me and never look back,
Do you own the ruthless, frozen heart,
The one that I have been looking for?


Are you that snake-eyed dog?
The one that will wander off
just when I will need another touch of those b’ful hands,
The one that will get Alice-lost
in another one of those wonderlands..


So, Are you that misery-candied guy?
for whom a lot of girls have written sad songs and cried?
The one that makes plans and never replies?
Cuz that’s what I want!
I don’t like those love-sick butterflies!


I will drown in those ocean eyes,
and put my life on those foreign lies,
So do you possess the Arctic-cold heart?
Cuz I think that turns me on!
just the fact that when I will need u the most,
U would be long dead and gone,
But if love is what you are looking for,
Then baby I will be swanning out that door!


 So are you that barbarous face with a pretty mask?
And are Gloomy nights only when you call,
The one that waltz only on dingy songs?
The one that will be playing with my heart?


Oh! I don’t mind, no I don’t mind at all,
infact  it makes me want you all the more!
And You can avoid me for a month or long,
but I will just be happy when u will be back for more

So are... Are we the bitter hearts
that people are scared of?
The ones that are always on the rocky road,
Driving break-less down the mountain slope…

Was not like the movies!

I had seen all those movies,

Had learnt the expressions by heart,

Would have played it with ease,

Had they given me the main lead’s part!
but then they did not!

Had read Mills & Boon even more,

I behaved just like them, even the way I swore..

I knew what was gonna come and how shit would roll,

Just Cupid had to draw back his bow and let his arrow go,
but then Cupid would not..

It wasn’t like the movies, not even close,

There was no rain, not that I can think of,

And when it did rain, I don’t remember dancing with him

Or which “him” is the right H.I.M, I don’t even know!

Nor did the rain soak through my clothes,

Nor in the background did the music play,

Nor did he run after me when he hurt me and I stormed away,

Nor did we sit down as the Moon watched us below ,

as we watched it sail over our shadows,

He didn't stand outside my house throwing pebbles at my window,

He didn't do what lovers do, well maybe thats fiction.
So yes, he chose not..

I think I made you up inside my head!

I don’t think I like his eyes

Although I have told him that I do

Right would be –

i only like them  when they are looking at me

Or when they are trying not to!

And he is over-right some ways yet so bloody twisted,

Its weird cuz I just can’t get him,

Yet I want to.

He would invite me and wont come sit with me,

N I sit there wondering what to do.

He attracts me and Its frustrating,

They say “forget waiting, u go make a move”

but I sit there fuming, cuz I am way more wise for 22.

And I wont even sit with him in the same booth or the same seat,

But something abt his presence near-by makes me feel so complete,

He is 95% my reason to go to a particular club,

Makes me think he is pretty much good at his work!!

And then half the times I m looking at him,

when he would look around and crack another joke,

N the minute he looks my way, I make sure that I don’t.

And then he gets up and walks away,

When his duty calls or girls,

And I hate him from all the hate God gave,

N I wonder what a girl in my shoes does.

But I am way too wise to waste my night on guys

So, I go down to dance before anyone even knows,

the disturbance of my countenance, all the same that I have felt before,

Plus I wont wait all my life 4 someone to take me on the floor.

But there is something about him, I dont yet know what it is

He just has to say the word

and I am listening with all my life and drunken consciousness

Sometimes I feel like I am making him up!

But without him,

I would be a stranger to these feelings

A stranger at a party thinking at whom should she be looking

Stranger in a jungle of the same breed, different colour
And then getting tired of waiting for love to find her

Comparing guys and settling for someone who shines brighter

n getting drunk enough to meet someone new

And another night that she blew

Then succumbing to reality, maybe forcing herself to get smitten

A Stranger to these lines that She would have never written.

Maybe its his rude-hindi that I think is cute,
or the fact that he has no clue what I want him to do,
or that he has challenged life's safety of the so-called routine,
like a free flowing ocean, born on the fifteenth,

So I sure as hell can look at him and pass this time

Without regretting another 1 of these never-ending wasted nights...

The French Guy!

There is something magical about tonight

Something about that left raised eyebrow

Something about that cold-beer dimpled-smile

Something that he does to my knees, something to my mind

A little to my heart, a lot to my universe

Even more I am sure he does to all those girls

the crowd moves around and I can feel his presence

he talks to another girl, so I talk to another guy

but I feel complete for he is around

With his sexy smile and left raised eyebrow

He makes his way past the crowd to me

And tells me “How many guys are you talkin to in here”

Or something like that, cuz da moment he spoke everything blurred

I couldn’t hear a word his beautiful mouth occured

Don’t know whether to blame the noise or the drinks

Or my continuous amusement of whether he is a reality

He talks to me about his life

And I don’t think I looked anywhere but those eyes

I tell him I am not ready to date another one of the losers

And he calls them “dickheads”, Oh! He makes it sound like “Rose-bed”

He tells me he doesn’t wanna be in a relationship, also

And suddenly I m praying he changes his mind the first thing tomorrow

Oh! You can’t blame me

blame his dreamy voice and his French chivalry

Those sweep me out of time when he stands there infront of me

Or  blame the way he kisses me

Or how his stubble feels against my back

Maybe his way of talking so soft and slow,

Or his knowledge about the way to my dreamland

The way he texts me next morning asking if I am hungover

his non-chalant countenance or the stolen kiss

It would be here, right now, if there were any bliss.

And he looks around on the floor, they don’t dance

They drop n break the vodka-sprinkling glasses

Like they break hearts

Callous and unconcerned right from the start

I didn’t see if they broke glasses anytime

I was so lost in my mind

I was so lost in his eyes

When I take off my heels, he gives me his arms as support

He tells me to stay close for there is broken glass on the floor

Ah! And the way he runs his fingers when he holds my hand

I knew I had met a lot of guys but tonight I met a man!

Sometimes...

And sometimes it’s the memories that kill me

Sometimes its the fact that we still have memories

Sometimes its you, sometimes its me

Sometimes it’s the other girls

Sometimes it’s your words

The good ones begotten w/o intending

The harsh ones from deep within

The sweet ones merely outta good mood

or from the effect of the Moon

Sometimes its your infidelity

Sometimes its my treacherous need for freedom

Sometimes its these mood swings

For, It’s a birth right of every woman!

Sometimes its your shady behavior

Sometimes it’s complications sketched from the presence of her

I wish we could be measured with a thermometer

Cuz sometimes we r December-cold and sometimes we r July-burning

Sometimes its way too less, sometimes it’s a lot like love

They say - To love would be an awfully big adventure

I am pretty sure I can trek, if u were a mountain

But I cant trust the mind of a man,

the land slide that u might plan

I hardly talk about us anyway,

Just sometimes to my cigarettes and ashtray

You make it so bloody hard to love you

And harder to like another one of your race!

Main Bhi Anna

Wake up, ye, servile submissive masses
the last fight let us face
We have given them enough chances
but apparently they wont change
Each of us must do our duty
in thunder, heat or rain
Wont let politics be home to Gandhis
now we unite with Anna Hazare