You,
The first stranger I wrote a poem about. You made your way into a lot more than a poem. Thank you for that.
You calm me down,always have. But I am so scared, so scared of how things will turn out. I have stopped idealising, long back. And although that means I kept my measured one arm emotional distance from you( which by the way I now do with everybody), I can't help but feel so so grateful to you. You're the closest to have almost breached that distance. But since the distance is only just going to increase, henceforth, I think I have already started regressing. Already started piling the bricks up, already prepared myself for all the hurt so that I eventually don't get hurt. It's slightly amusing and actually quite terrifying how that is happening so naturally now. Anyway, I remember having a gut feeling about you. And I'm glad I wasn't wrong. I'm glad you're such a beautiful friend. I believe in a fundamental instinct that drives us towards everything- It's both the heart and the mind. Deep down in your gut, you always know. And I know we aren't done. I know things will change. I can only hope for the better.
Till then, thank you. You've brought out the best in me. Heck, I'm writing after ages. Thank you, so much. Thank you for remembering my kaalboishakhi. I'll always remember you remember me. Thank you for making me feel so damn special.
The first stranger I wrote a poem about. You made your way into a lot more than a poem. Thank you for that.
You calm me down,always have. But I am so scared, so scared of how things will turn out. I have stopped idealising, long back. And although that means I kept my measured one arm emotional distance from you( which by the way I now do with everybody), I can't help but feel so so grateful to you. You're the closest to have almost breached that distance. But since the distance is only just going to increase, henceforth, I think I have already started regressing. Already started piling the bricks up, already prepared myself for all the hurt so that I eventually don't get hurt. It's slightly amusing and actually quite terrifying how that is happening so naturally now. Anyway, I remember having a gut feeling about you. And I'm glad I wasn't wrong. I'm glad you're such a beautiful friend. I believe in a fundamental instinct that drives us towards everything- It's both the heart and the mind. Deep down in your gut, you always know. And I know we aren't done. I know things will change. I can only hope for the better.
Till then, thank you. You've brought out the best in me. Heck, I'm writing after ages. Thank you, so much. Thank you for remembering my kaalboishakhi. I'll always remember you remember me. Thank you for making me feel so damn special.
