relationship

to hold that piece of misery within.. 
i lay down the entire night with it, just to think it'll be gone, 
to stop crying further, and to leave back its ashes only..
but how it could be so betraying a thing..


ma had to intervene, 
not that i wanted it..
but certain things are better known to her..


i wait for certain things to happen..
and the wait is making me all the more impatient...
this all might seem to be rubbish..like it is actually so..


but that's where the charisma is born to life..
the eyes know it all-
the wait, happiness, eagerness, anxiety, pain..
and what more could i define on their part..
i could choose though.. but couldn't have had a better outcome..
didn't want it to be explicit..


just a coffee, a movie, specs, sketch pads, and the more of it...