mihir

Introverts are underrated, almost ignored Their existence, a question mark Their confinement often laughed upon Considered a taboo by most About time, 'they' unleash their ghost? 'they' are on the lookout For someone, anyone To whom their hearts can shout 'they' have seen the world through their eyes About time, 'they' find someone to share the lies? 'they' find the world scary Alien, almost Neither their fault, nor the 'aliens' 'they' want to step into the unknown About time, 'we' helped them change their tone?

You just met him. You judged him. You heard some gossip. You judged her. You saw them together. You judged both men. You found out about his caste. You judged him. You saw her wearing shorts. You judged her. No end of the spectrum is spared from this. The red, the fastest, are called the nerds and geeks. To the violets, they say your future is bleak. We work hard. You judge us. We live life. You judge us. But We are supposed to be okay with this, aren't We? You judge. We tolerate. You judge. We remain silent. You judge. We move on. You must remain the same. We must change. That sounds right? We are trying to be ourselves. We have our dreams. We have our morals. We are what we are. Let us be. //Jointly composed with Ishani Santurkar.

Attitude is all she showed once she got her job. Remembering our conversations I suppressed a sob. She seemed to have forgotten all our memories at the blink of an eye. Her actions were more irrational than the value of Pi. I was irritating her, it seems. I decided to give her time. Time to contemplate her actions which seemed to be having a completely opposite reaction. But she seemed to have left me in the past. After all, no good thing ever lasts..

I gave you my time and soul but all I got in return was your ignorance. I raised my voice but all I got was, "whatever ha whatever". You expected me to be all cool with it, not realizing how hard it was. Even harder than understanding Newton's laws. I don't want you to remember me forever and always. All I'm asking for is a little bit of Magic and Masala just like the new Blue Lays.

She kept on looking at her phone, every now and then It was high time I got her out of her den. It had become some sort of an addiction, not a good one too In fact, she would even take it to the loo. This had to stop, the sooner the better To prevent her life from turning into litter. But how would I tell her? There was so much at stake. Did I want to make this mistake? I decided to do what was right, for I could no longer pretend. We met and we spoke. It didn't go too well. Now all I have is her pictures on my phone  And I look at them every now and then And I look at them every now and then..