This is something I've been thinking of since a while now.

A while ago,
Need- Food
Drive- Basic Instinct to survive.

Now,
Necessity- Food
Need- Money
Drive- Greed.

We're both grown up. We have what we want but there's still something missing. All of our material needs have been satisfied. There is nothing more to ask for.
Is that when you will suddenly look at me and see what I've been seeing you as for years?
Do I have to wait for that out of the blue moment, when those tinted glasses fall off and you realise what has been in front of you all the time?
Will I still be there? Will I still be waiting? Should I still be waiting?
Would a maiden from another world take your breath away, just before the glasses fall off?
Do I wait for the future that might never be mine?

Broken resolve.

You tell me you need me,
I smile, and melt inside.

You tell me you miss me,
and the flowers blossom.

You tell me you want me,
and resolve slowly crumbles.

You tell me I'm a good friend,
and suddenly the birds are singing.

You tell me nothing at all,
and that flower droops a little.

You keep silent,
and it stoops further.

Don't let it wilt away.

The End of an Era.

When I call it an era, it is because it seems like that. I haven't felt like that for anyone in a long time, well to be precise almost 4 years now. And hence it did feel like an era. A good one too.
But everything ends. The closer you get to those enticing flames, the more hotter they get. But it is only when you touch it do you realise how hot it actually is. And for 1 second it doesn't really hurt, if you take your hand away before that, you won't feel a thing, if you keep it there longer, you get burned.
And I did get burned.
But that doesn't mean, I don't like fire, it helps us, keeps us warm and teaches us how dangerous it can be.
I won't say, I didn't learn anything from you, I won't say I didn't get closer to myself, I won't say I didn't love you, because I did. And I don't regret it.
You were with me when I needed someone the most, I would like to believe I was the same to you but I wasn't. My inner turmoil never did come to the surface.
But right now, I am ready, I am ready to walk away, finally. There's a long way ahead, before the moon comes into sight, but I'll get there. Once I do, I might return and retrace my steps, but for now, the road is long and there's no looking back.

Slavedrivers.

Slavery was abolished years ago. But that isn't true. We've been cheated with, the vaccine doesn't really work, instead it just disillusions us to believe that everything is alright.
Because we are, in every way, slaves to the society. They tell us to talk in a certain language, to dress up with a certain way, to think what they want us to think, to mold our lives around them, till we become a part of them.
As the flower wilts and drops to the ground, it lays there for a while, looking divine, against the wet mud, then the ground slowly eats it up, till it doesn't have an identity of it's own. It remains in mud, nourishing it, till it helps another plant grow and the ground has more flowers to eat up.
Limits, if humans are to be called the best of all the other living beings, it is because they went beyond, they thought, and pushed their limits, fighting against instincts and developing emotions and feelings. Why are we setting boundaries now? Because we think we can't go beyond anymore? Have we just made use of all that potential that we don't have anything left?
We limit ourselves so much, that even one little tiny bubble of creativity is burst, like it was never wanted, an intruder. For the fence remains where it is, there is nothing beyond. That vast ocean of knowledge is just nothingness. Our eyes have been conditioned to not see it. Because it can't really do any good. Or can it?

Finally.

My first post in more than a year, about time I guess.
Until now, I had not realized how difficult it is to be a teen.
Why is it difficult? I ask myself that everyday.
I made up a list, yes, I like lists.

1) For me, a shy teen, life makes it even harder. So a new school, new classes, new batchmates,what does that mean? A year full of anxiety, indigestion due to bitten nails swallowed by mistake, and yes, a lot of hair and clothes adjusting.

2) A lot of coursework, with an extra Spanish class.

3) As for talking, nope, never tried that in class. I should actually, if only my voice ever reached the person sitting next to me.

4) And I won't even get started on heartbreaks, but I will and I should. For it is one of my inspirations. How did I get entangled in this web, you might ask? For I was never unentangled, my friend. (Yes, making up words of my own is another thing I will talk about later.)
So, webs, spiders, Ronald Weasly, Hermione Granger, love, see everything leads to it, so how could I hide from it? Oh, I did try, and I tried hard, but my reserve you see is a debilitating being, it had to break down sometime. When it did, that pack of cards came falling down and laid on top of each other scattered, embodied together but each card still on it's own.
I was happy, someone had broken it down. The Happy Period was good, it was more than good. Then you fall. It's starts slowly, and once you are closely to the rocks only then do you realise how fast it was. And you do hit the rocks.

5)Pocket Money? Should I even elaborate? You always seem to spend more than you want to, and then suddenly you look into your wallet and there's nothing left. Nothing at all. Where did it all go? Your tummy growls again, "Shut up, you idiot. I just fed you."

6)The ROAD! That consistent, smooth road you're supposed to take, walk only on it and not venture upon untrodden paths, for they are dangerous. And you're supposed to have only one opportunity. Just one. Yes, the path leads somewhere, that somewhere is pretty and safe and stable.

You see, it isn't easy.
It seems so, but it isn't. It is anything but easy.