The last you!

I thought you'd be my last one,

As winter sails away, you'd be gone and there'd be no one.

I tried to forget your smell, lingering in my hair,

Your red burning end, giving me the strength, not to care.

My chapped lips on you, dragging your soul in me,

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And there you're, lipstick-stained you, vanishing with the smoke, just see.

Every time I see another, I say you'd be my last one,

But the last you, just stays, it's either you or no one!

Neither a stain nor a blotch but a pretty print!

Sometimes I wonder what it is like to know that things will come to an end, to know that everything around will vanish just like that and you? You shall be just a memory – bitter and sweet, of love and of hate, in dreams and in nightmares, a sheer memory, nothing more, nothing less. You’ll be gone, leaving tears in many eyes and a smile on some sardonic faces, leaving many behind with an unmanageable pain in their hearts and leaving some behind with fluttering happiness in their hearts. It would be over; everything would be over, leaving you as nothing. Nothing but a heap of ash, nothing but a bag of bones and nothing but a memory.

You put on that pretty smile on your face, plug-in your earphones and are the coolest person ever but deep-inside, every part of you screams, it’ll end soon. You walk with that flair but inside, you have to put in so much effort to drag yourself, forward. There is pain but you smile, you know you’ll be gone, so you leave a mark behind. You don’t want to be a stain or a blotch but a pretty print. An image that people will remember forever, an image that they’ll have imprinted in their minds, till they see you again.

What brave hearts they have! To those who are gone:
I hope you’re enjoying those lush green grasses, the shed of the maple tree, the kiss of the cold breeze and the symphony of the cuckoos. Far away from this ruckus, I hope the other world gives you what you could’ve never got. In the meadows, where Aurora shakes off the darkness by spreading out her bright, luminescent wings, I hope you run behind those colorful and vibrant butterflies and not stop but for that cup of tea of yours. Yes, tea.

Someone said, “Good people die young.” Yes, they do, leaving us with nothing but sorrow, nothing but regret and nothing but lots of love.

Rest in peace, all you beautiful souls, till we meet on the other side and form a bond, better and stronger.  J

P.S: This is for a girl, I never knew but was a friend to a friend. To my friend – Be strong. She wants to see a happy you.

P.P.S: This one is also for you, up there. A sister, a friend, a senior and a confidante. This P.S, I always use, is only for you. You just ran away and are hiding somewhere, wait until I come and find you. Till then, much love! <3 

Without a Valentine!

Valentine! It’s so much more than just a saint’s name, isn’t it? Who remembers the saint’s martyrdom; everyone is busy pleasing their own valentine (Except me, I keep busy pleasing myself). There’s so much to do, especially for us girls (count me out). We spend months making gifts, thinking of different ways to surprise our beloved, buying heart-shaped candies, buying broken heart lockets, making videos (love videos, of course) and  the list goes on. Doing everything without even thinking what would our halves (why better?) do with it? Flaunt it before their friends like we do or dump it in their dump yard (read, room) like they do. Girls need to rack their brain harder when it comes to gifts. For guys, it’s easier; get a bouquet, a few chocolates and go out for a perfect romantic dinner. But girls, what do they do? Flowers? So girly! Chocolates? A packet of Marlboro and a bottle of Budweiser would have been better. Something handmade? Cards? How romantic! (Really?) I was going through a popular author’s blog where he declared (yes, I take it as a declaration), Handmade or bought from the market, they are as useless as useless can get. See, I’m not the only one thinking that way. Anyway, these are the pangs of being in a relationship and should be left to the mushy, blinded in love couples.

Valentine’s Day without a saint (saint? who am I kidding?) is even more fun, it’s beyond ecstasy (Ya, you can call me insane). Don’t make faces or scream at the screen, you’ve a valentine so how would you know? Valentine’s Day is just another date in the calendar for us (singles) but so much love in the air is suffocating. We, singles, roam around with glum faces and buying ourselves roses. (A friend got me one. A white rose. The friend is a she. She, too, is committed.) Wait a second! We aren’t sad because we don’t have someone. We’re sad for our committed friends; they don’t know what they’re missing. And well, when it comes to having someone, just one? We’ve so many ones. Our crush, our friend’s crush, one we admire, few on Facebook and the list doesn’t end. How could I miss out! Someone else’s boyfriend/girlfriend. Yes, there’s at least one guy or girl who has this really handsome/beautiful valentine. And you gossip (I know guys gossip too) among your friends, “Damn! How did he/she even get him/her?” See, we have so many people to ogle at.

  

And then as the night dawns, our eyes sparkle to see the glasses and the shots- with or without fire, full. The whiff of smoke wipes away all the worries and anxiety. A canopy of smoke, loud music and company of a few lucky ones like us. Could the Valentine’s Day celebration get any better? Even if you say a yes, I wouldn’t agree.

P.S: Offense is all yours, take it. :P
P.P.S: Happy Reading :)
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