#fiction – Unsaid Words

Pretty Basic…

They say my choices are Basic…
Sitting in their fancy apartments watching memes.
And here I am with a mind overflowing with song lyrics,
and a wooden cottage still in my dreams.

My weekends are filled with feel-good classics…
You know the ones that leave our insides all warm?
Are you telling me that skinny jeans are outdated,
Now that I finally got into the form?

My afternoons are reserved for Sandwiches and Cold coffee…
But I also love Adrak wali chai in the rain.
I have too little space for real life drama in my heart,
But way too many fictional characters living in my brain!

As much as I cherish the colorful flowers,
I would fill up my closet with all white if I could
Tried finding myself in autobiographies of many strong women…
But can’t deny how the little mermaid still makes me feel incredibly understood.

While searching for obvious files and folders,
You will find more diaries and scrapbooks scattered in my room.
I try not to be available all the time now,
Well, sometimes I too get tired of the all-time smiley costume.

I sing when I’m alone and can write all day long…But
They say if I’m not getting anything out of it, it’s not very cool.
What to do?
We are living jn the era where making efforts to keep in touch
Has suddenly become quite old school.

So, they can say that this stuff that I like is Basic…
And I am not really doing that much.
But I call it the spell that helps me sail through.
I keep it at my fingertips…
Coz I know every now & then , they also need a little magic touch!

Boy without a name

Never thought she will find you in the game of chance,
Smiling under the trees surrounding the picket fence.
You made everything so lively it’s no surprise,
Even the kitchen table knows how much you love to dance.
She always wonders if this is a dream or if her mind’s alright,
How come she got so lucky with…
The sunny afternoons and the beautiful breezy nights.
There is always this question in her head,
How could someone make her laugh like this in the middle of a fight.
with a hint of sweetness, with a touch of rain…
Oh when you came by her side, what a wonderful life it became!
I know it sounds weird and I know it sounds lame,
but I’ve been writing stories of a boy without a name.

How come there is so much peace inside a neighborhood this dense,
She fell in love with the way you appreciate her wonderful friends.
She was so scared to show you the scars…
that were carefully kept hidden somewhere in her past,
You dear mysterious boy, you have your own ways,
How in the world you made it so easy?
She forgets everything else when she sees your smiling face.
Drifting off in your warm embrace,
her heart was never the same again…
I know it sounds weird and I know it sounds lame,
that all this time I’ve been falling for a boy without a name.