He was happy,
with her head on his shoulder,
with both their legs in the water,
talking and making fun of each other,
watching baby ducks swimming in the water.
‘Cause those little things made their love perfect,
not big promises and fancy pickup lines.
And sometimes you forget,
How kind you are,
Where you’ve come,
From what you’ve been through,
How good enough your smile is,
And how perfect you are the way you are.
“The fall is near”, thought an old leaf,
” I wish I could feel young again with the wind”,
“It was like yesterday, when I was green and robust”,
” And here we are, in no time, ugly and crumpled”,
“And yet, there’s no distress. ‘Cause”,
“It’s time, that I fall and get crushed under someone’s feet”,
“And be born, as a new one”,
“To relive those younger days”.
He can’t cry,
He can’t laugh,
But when he did,
It looked the sky’s not enough.
They thought he’s numb,
But what do they know?
Of all the tears he was holding up,
And all his smiles that were fainting.
It’s not his caste, which has become a mole in the society,
That’s bothering him.
But the taunts from people around him,
Like a slow poison, that’s killing him.
Climb up the hill with me,
To watch the first light all bright and illuminated.
Come to the beach with me,
To watch the clear blue skies and to feel,
The white waves running through the feet.
Sit down with me, holding hands together,
To watch the shooting star and to make a wish,
In a pitch black night.
We run behind this “glorious purpose” of our lives,
When all we want in this life is,
Just Our stories to be heard.
She came out,
Of the dark forest she was living in,
And there was a magnificent flame,
Burning in her eyes, that could burn,
Every other forest down.
Her hair was smooth, like the running water.
Her body chubby, like a little panda.
Her eyes small, like two little pearls.
Her smile fresh, like the morning dew on grass.
Her voice sweet, like a little baby.
And yet, he numbs his feelings for her.
He stared at the shining stars,
Wondering when will his life get better.
He’s tired, of all the acclaims for being a good kid.
He’s tired, of all the emotions he’s holding.
He’s tired, of all the smiles he’s faking.
He’s tired, of being perfect.
“Let’s get out of here” He said, in an overpriced coffee shop which we went on some friday night. “We shouldn’t be here, this is no place for us. Look at us,all with baggy and off the peg clothes.” He grimmed.
It was then when we realized the couple beside us was not giggling over something but laughing at us.
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