A place where I love to drift! 

Every night when I close my eyes,

I began to drift to a place,

Where you and I 

Share the same place.
A place where we have 

Each other’s backs.

Where you make me stop 

And think and consider,

A perspective I never 

Would have.

A place where it became 

too much for you,

The stress, the worry,

And the fear too..

And I see through it all,

And strip it all away 

And put you back in place.

Every night that’s a place I drift to.

Future plans!! 

In twenty years from now,

I don’t want to be just another name,

In twenty years from now,

I still want to be a part of your life. 

In twenty years from now,

I want someone to stop you on the streets,

Ask you how are you doing,

And bring up my name..

In twenty years from now,

I don’t want your answer to be

”  havnt seen her in ages ”

In twenty years from now,

I hope you say,

Oh! She’s waiting for me back home!! 


I’ll being seeing you soon 

Right now you’re a sleep,

But oh how I wish was there.

Stroking your back and 

Running my fingers 

Through your hair.

Our legs tangled,

Together beneath the sheets,

As I gently trace,

My fingers along your lips

While counting 

Each and every eyelash..

And there’s so many things,

I could say to you,

About how I want to make plans,

For just you and me.

And how when I look at you,

I see the person who makes

Me realise all the things

I have wanted for so long.

And I know you’re a sleep, 

And you’re miles away,

But I promise darling,

Even if I have to walk,

Brought all your dreams,

I’ll being seeing you soon.  

Discounted feelings!! 

I have never been a fan of discounts .


When I loved you,

I loved you 100%.

When I fought,

I was 100% angry.


When I let you go away,

I was 100% sure,

That ~

‘You belongs to someone else’


This heart holds grudges

Like end-of-the-season-sale..

35% broken,

10% doubtful,

15% hopeful,

And rest??

Rest still belongs to you!!

Can’t you offer any better offer?

In which you can



Buy Back

All my feelings,

And change it with brand new of yours!

I crave you 💕

I crave you.

I crave you In the most innocent form.

I crave to say good night.

I crave to say take care honey,

Or may be

Be back soon..

I crave to kiss you on your forehead,

Before going to work,

Or coming back home.

I crave you to say

I adore you,

After dinner on table..

When you discussed your workday!

I crave you,

When you feel

At your worst.

I crave you,

At your best.

I crave you

In ways

Where I just wanna be

Next to you

And nothing more or less!!

Bus Stop

Have you ever waited at the bus stop?

Not for the bus but for someone special. I did.in college days. when the bus arrived at 8:20 that day, I wondered why was he late? I had time. I decided to wait a little longer. At 8:35, rush grew, but still no sign of him, I got engrey. We weren’t dating. Hell, I even havnt set next to him ever in the bus. When ever I see him I just look at him from the corner of my eye. I got anxious. I started pacing, stared at my wristwatch, and worry in between. 
Then, there was he. 

Leaning against the pillar, just behind me, smiling at me. He walked towards me, stood awfully closed and said, you’re always on time, 8:10 right??

And his smile reflects over my lips.


Sparkling ✨ She

It’s insane. It’s startling. It’s impossible.But for her, it is possible. It would only be insane if she stayed. Don’t judge her. Don’t stone her to death. You have to walk a mile in her shoes to understand what she is doing.
She is beautiful, intelligent, sensitive.
She is a full moon in a dark, cold night.
She grabs sand and turns it to stars.
She is magic. She is love itself.
She waited so long to find him. She loved him more than she loves her own skin. But guess what? She left him.
With tears in her eyes and a dagger in her heart, she set him free.
She left him because she wanted more than merely hearing sweet words. She wanted more than a breathtaking sexual experience.
Her needs were more than gifts, words and lovemaking.
She wanted to see actions. She craved his presence in every area of her life.
She wanted attention. She wanted to see a meal cooked for her once in a while, no matter how bad it is.
She wanted to be asked what she did in the morning and what she’s up to at night.
She wanted to be taken out on a date.
She wanted to be given a red rose once in a year.
She wanted to simply “exist.” To be listened to. To be appreciated. To be adored.
She wanted to be the one and only woman in his life.
She is an island to discover. But he never tried to land on that island and be lost amidst its trees. He stayed on shore and chose to behold the island from a distance.
With time, that island died. She died. She wasn’t discovered.
She left because she was a book to read and he never bothered to hold that book and surf through its pages. He thought the cover was the treasure. He didn’t know that inside of it lies a whole kingdom of gold.
She felt like a flower that needed constant watering. He forgot to water it every day. The flower withered and died.
Bit by bit, she started losing her light. She turned into a candle that was about to be put out at any moment.
Love is supposed to lift you up, crack your heart wide open, make you happy. All of a sudden, love was making her sad.
She gave and gave, and gave. But she got nothing in return.
She told him what was missing and he heard her; but he never truly listened.
He took her for granted.
He thought she will stay despite all her misery.
He knew that she didn’t care about words, money, cuddling, or a good f*ck. She cared about being with a partner who will share her every thought, every emotion.
A partner who is willing to share her dreams with her. A partner who’s not too busy pursuing his own dreams, thoroughly dismissing hers.
She needed a man whom she wouldn’t consider leaving. She craved a smooth ride where she didn’t have to choose between her man or her happiness.
She wanted a man who “is” happiness.
She left and he didn’t quite understand why she did.
She knew that in a year or two, maybe ten, he will understand. He will look back and realize what what was needed to keep her alive in his arms.
She will always love him for love isn’t framed into a relationship. She tried to save that relationship though, but it was already gone with the wind.
She loves him, but she had to put her self first, for once.
She wants him, but she had to leave.
She left to find the bruised self that she has lost. She will put her back in place, wrap her with a bandage and continue the journey alone.
She left to love herself again, know her self-worth again and turn sand to stars again.
Maybe, just maybe, one day a man will make her his own star, then she won’t have to create stars ever again, for she will become one.

✨ Mira ✨