I'm wide awake

I woke up...... and found myself wrapped in my quilt rather than his arms. He was no where around. What I thought was soaking my tears, turned out to be the pillow with stained patches all over it and not his shoulder. It was bright and yet dark.  Birds were chirping but I couldn't hear their song any more. I woke up into my worst nightmare. I woke up despite the feeling of sleeping forever. It had been a dream, a dream so peaceful, that had me deeply fooled. It was a dream that's never coming true.

Haven't

We haven't met but we are friends.
We haven't lost in each other 's eyes but I am in love with your eyes.
We haven't exchanged numbers, yet we have talked a lot of times.
We haven't hugged but you have always spread the warmth.
We haven't crossed ways but you are with me most of the time.
We haven't zinged and yet you cross my mind.
We are miles apart, yet very closer to my heart.
We haven't cried but we have shared our sorrows.
We haven't loved and yet I feel like I have loved you for ever.

Never ending desires

Obviously desires are never enough! So here's more to my list of All I Want -

 All I want is to be needed, needing is not enough.

All I want is to sing, lyrics are not enough.

All I want is to write, expressions are not enough.

All I want is love, feelings are not enough.

All I want is time, moments are not enough.

All I want is to roam, streets are not enough.

All I want is to read, mails are not enough.

All I want is the Truth, excuses are not enough.

All I want is emotions, care is not enough.

All I want is stars, horizon is not enough.

All I want are memories, pictures are not enough.

All I want is my guy, imagination is not enough.

All I want is to be myself, this life is not enough.

All I want is everything, desires are not enough.

Well  The Ocean of Thoughts was so inspired by ALL I WANT that he couldn't stop himself from writing along.

Here enjoy reading the All I Want list of Chahat Gupta-

All I want is to talk , but tym is not enough
All I want is to fly , sky is not enough
All I want is to look smart , clothes r not enough
All I want is to be relaxed , spending tym wid u is enough
All I want is to buy all d happiness , money is not enough
All I want to get everything from d god , my wishes r not enough
All I want is to be strong , but only gyming is not enough
All I want is to shine , sun is not enough
All I want is to be cool , moon is not enough
All I want is to express my emotions , words r not enough

All I want is to show my body, but my abs r not enough
All I want is to apologize to others, but sorry is not enough.
All I want is to hug u, but people's thinking is stupid enough
All I want is u to wear shirts, I think u don't have shirts enough
All I want is ur happiness, but only my non sense humorous r not enough

Bring me to life

There was a sharp knock at the door. It was already dark outside, I turned to see the time by the wall clock. “8:00”, I mused, “Who could it possibly be?”

I peeked through the window by the door side, and cranked the door open surprisingly.

“Hi!”

“It’s a little late to pay a visit after the whole disappearing act in the day, don’t you think?”

“I brought dinner.” , he held the Chinese packets high enough to be seen.

“Okay, come on in.”

He entered without another word. It was all very silent, like it is before a storm. He placed the packages on the table and sank in the couch. The curve on his lips was not usual, it made me ask, ”You okay?”

“Yes!”, I could tell he lied. His eyes were narrowed for the first time. I flickered on the lamps in hall.

He held my hand as I opened the drawer to draw out bowls. “Eat from the boxes?”

“Alright.” I said almost whispering. “You look different”, I remarked.

“Why do you tie up your hair? I like them when they are left opened” and he took out the hair band from my pony tail. He moved his hand through my hair, tracing the curls. “You are beautiful”

“What’s wrong?”

“Food’s getting cold, let’s eat.” He took me to the couch with him holding my hand gently. Before I could ask another question he started going on about the food he liked. He talked while eating, something he rarely did, making me worried.

“What do you want to do now?” He asked clearing the table.

“Let’s talk.”

“What do you want to talk about?”

“What is it that you are not telling me?” I saw his eyes sinking in silence, despair overcoming him, his lips seal, his smile disappear, and hands tighten.

“What’s wrong?”

“I, uh….. I am leaving” He finally broke the silence.

“Where are you going?”

“London”

“For what?”

“Stuff” He answered after a little pause.

“When do you leave?”

“Tomorrow!”

I was silent as he was. I felt my heart sink, as if I was drowning and somebody tied me with a heavy stone.

“Oh….. Okay” For some reason I was scared, “When are you coming back?” His lips did not part.

“You are coming back, right?” I saw him dropping his eyes again.

“You are coming back, right?” I repeated myself…. Little louder.

He did not say anything for few moments. Silence lingered between us. And there it was, the harsh reality. The bitter potion that I had just gulped that was enough to drown me.

“I am sorry.”

I was silent. I was drowning. I was shattering. I was crying. I was dying.