A damaged piece!

I am a damaged piece.
I mean kind of the one that you would return to from where you bought it.
But then again I come with no returns policy.
So if you take me, you cant give me back.
You can wear me upon you,
You can tear me and buy something new.
But you cant return me.
I am a damaged piece,
But i dont come with a return policy.

I have cracks that leak pains every now and then,
but the pain they leak enter every part of my soul imaginable.
Its hard,
Actually its more than just hard.
This hardness starts at the point where a sane person would break down.
I dont even know anymore, if i am starting to ache less,
or the pain has just been too much, my body is too numb to feel it.

I have scars that if you allign together
would probably tell you a story.
Wait, No. A history.
These scars won't heal.
And I'm glad that i can still see them on my wrists
I can still feel them on my fists,
With every breath i breathe,
with every word i speak
with every step  i move forward,
I keep hearing,
words that these scars whisper to me,
words that these scars shout at me,
and i am then worried, if someone's gonna hear this agony,
Then i realize i am the only one who can hear this.
I am the only one.

I am a damaged piece,
but i would never damage you.
I am wounded at all places possible
but i would never wound your soul.
I am scarred everywhere
but all i will give you is stars.
I am broken
but i promise i will repair you.
I am a damaged piece but i will never damage you.
I promise even if i cry,
i will make sure you smile.
I promise even if i get hurt,
i would always be your healing
cause baby, this love, this feeling
knows no bounds, no limits.
I promise even with this soul that's been cracked as whole,
I will keep you happy and safe,
So,
will you accept me along with my scars?
will you accept me with these cracks?
I mean I am damaged,
but then again everybody is, in their own way.
But this damaged soul is capable of loving you in ways that even Gods can't dream about.

Lust!

Love that's only physical and not spiritual is no love at all.
Its a poison that is bound to be fatal.
Its not love, its just wanting something like a psychopath
You're not really in love, you just don't want to lose the grab.
But,
The heart wants what it wants!
I too gave in,
I too couldn't gather up my senses
had to give in to my sin, had to go over where the fence is
i couldn't listen to my heart, was just focused on my lenses.
I mean you were so perfect.
And i wanted you so badly.
You were already all ready on my table,
you had no clothes on and were on your birthday suit.
I mean I'm only human, its hard for me too.
Just admiring your body from a distance and i was already intrigued
I knew it was not love, but yet i tricked you and followed my instincts.
I devoured you,
I went all over you!
I touched you like you've never been touched before.
I held you like you've never been held before
and then my lips were all over you.
I mean you're a fool too.
I never really did say i love you.
I just wanted to have you for my own.
You were so meaty,
so juicy,
so tender that you'd fall even if i touched you.
But sadly you fell in.
I know its not love,
Cause dear chicken, I paid money for your legs and breasts,
But damn you were perfect you just failed to recognize that this was not love but lust,
But what can i do, i'm merely a human bound to end in star dust!

One True Pair!

Like always he was always the first to reach the place. It wasn’t the first time that this happened. He always had to wait for her. He always had to spend time alone for a moment or two before she arrived at the place. If he was lucky enough there would be books or wifi and if not he had to make do with whatever he had, usually his cell phone. But at times that too wouldn’t work. Sometimes he would forget to carry one, and at other times, there would be no battery left. It was hard for him but it was worth it! He loved the wait. He loved the curiousity of how she would look this time, what her taste would be like, how it would feel to press his lips against hers, what it would feel to have her inside him. This was a feeling that nothing could replace for him. The wait was hard, but the thing that the wait brought later on was beyond any happiness he had ever known. Maybe that is why he never hated to wait because he knew no matter how long it would take, she will show up. A little late but for sure.

And today was no different. It was a little gloomy as it was one of the coldest winter mornings he had ever felt. The outside view was foggy and all he could see was the deem lights of the vehicles that drove by the road. The cafe was cozy, It was warm, not as much warm as it would have been if she was around but still he was able to tolerate the cold. There was a soft music on the background, it was pleasing but at the same time it was hurtful as every word of the lyrics reminded him of the words she would say, every melody reminded him of the way she would sound, the vibes that flew in the room was enough to haunt him with her aroma! He was doing fine though, at least that was how it looked from the outside, deep inside? Only he knows! There was a sudden spark in the moment, not the one that others could see but only him. The atmosphere felt like “she”. He felt as if he could smell her around. He knew that she was somewhere nearby and she would be there soon. His patinece was now turning to impatience, he couldn’t wait. The stronger the aroma, the eager he was to just have her for his own. He was restless. A few moments later, he could finally see her. He smiled, probably the widest he had ever done in his life. He was happy, he was happy in a way that no literature can define. He could see her approaching near. Her dark complexion looked way too bright in that white dress she was wearing. She looked beautiful. Finally she was there right in front of him. He smiled, she smiled back, he held her in his arms, took in the aroma she’d been radiating, kissed her gently and then they were one! The dark coffee he just had in that white cup was his one true pair!

DEAR DIARY!

Dear Diary,

First of all i ask for apologies

for i'm not engraving this on your body but somewhere else.

I hope you hold no grudges against me.

Dear Diary,

You've been a friend of mine

from a long long time.

It's now been three days since we last talked.

Well i wanted to have a conversation with you on Saturday

but i couldn't and you know why.

Dear Diary,

You know everything about me.

I have decorated you with my smiles

and in times i've washed you with my tears as well.

I have shared my stories with you.

I have created fantasies with you.

I have made fairy tales come alive with you.

I have been ME with you.

And you know pretty well that the stories

weren't just words written on paper.

It was more than that.

Those were my silent screams the world left unheard.

Those were the songs i sang that just disappeared in thin air.

Those were little fragments of me i pasted on you.

It was all me.

Dear Diary,

Thank you for being there for me.

Thank you for just listening and never questioning back "What", "why", or "How".

Thank you for being the one i can share the world with.

Thank you for being a friend that i can count on.

I know sometimes i write shitty stuffs in you.

Sometimes i tear parts of you 

and rip your soul apart.

And sometimes i simply forget that you even exist and leave you for days

and come back as if nothing happened

and yet you welcome me back with a smile.

I can feel you being happy the very moment i turn the first page.

I can feel your excitement.

I can feel your heart race.

I can feel your blood pump.

I can feel you.

That moment you become one with me.

I am no longer turning pages of an inanimate object but myself.

It feels as if i am traveling inside my own consciousness.

It feels as if i am inside me.

You set me free from all the chains and all the cages,

Heaven is real, its always here between your pages.

TECH"ALONE"OLOGY

"Dear Friend...."
Well How many years has it been since we last wrote a hand written letter?
And no! Leave applications written to school and colleges don't count.
I mean a legit personal letter.
Too long right?
Technology has replaced it.
Why would we want to write on a sheet of paper when we can just email them?
We no longer write letters,
we text, call and chat.
We don't build friendship anymore,
Friends? We just add.
This thing called technology has bettered our life
and that i agree
but there is no denying
what it has done is ain't for free.

Just like how a light always castes a shadow
every good comes with its bad as well.
Technology surely has made our life easier
and too some extent miserable and sad as well.

We rely too much on machines now
we have cars for transport and planes to fly
we have machines to do every work of ours
we dont even bother to try.

I am not against what technology has given us,
I am just saying we might be abusing it a bit.
I mean do we really need a vehicle just to travel a few metres,
when we could just walk and stay fit?

We no longer have real friends,
We just have usernames and profile
We chat every now and then
but have never talked to each other in a while.

We no longer are in love with playgrounds,
Those swings and slides are now left alone to rust.
We play with our phones now,
Our toys ? Left alone covered in dust.

Technology? Starting to sound a little sad now?

There's more to it.

We don't have groups and gangs of friends anymore
We barely ever face them,
We no longer have meetings and gatherings,
Group chats have replaced them.

We no longer read books made out of paper
We have ebooks on our cell  phones.
Tell me , do they give out the same sweet "bookish" smell
and send a chill to the bone.

Let us never forget that we made this so called "technology"
We aren't meant to be a slave to this.
But yet,
The sad truth is this has been a curse instead of a bliss.

I am not saying we shouldn't use this,
I am just saying we should not, when its possible.
So next time, 
when you need to go somewhere and its not that far,
How about caring for a walk?
Maybe you can stroll around, admire the beauty and have fun at the park.

Next time you need to talk to a friend,
How about not beeping them in their inbox?
How about visiting them every once in a while?
It might be time consuming,
But hey it will surely be worth the smiles.

Next time you need to read,
How about buying a real book?
'Cause you know that and i know too,
Holding a real book is way better than an ebook.

Next time you need to freshen up
How about not logging into your online games?
How about going out for a while?

Technology is good
but only if you let it be good.
So next time if you can do something on your own,
How about not taking a help from the machines?
Cause the more you depend on machines, the less human you become.
You have feelings,
You have emotions,
You are not a machine.
So don't let this technology separate you from the world,
Dont let this technology turn into tech"ALONE"ology.

You might not care much about this now,
but don't let the real world slip out while you stare down in your mobile screen into that virtual world you created.