The Introverted Man (2)

He’s definitely one of his kind, he wears clothes like a 12 grade teen, with sweatshirt always on and dark colored pants, he hides his shy demeanor by tucking his hands in his side pockets and walks with ease.

His aviators are alwys there by his side, he wears them to hide away his rhuemy eyes, for he wishes to hide away. His light brown eyes would show you a variety of things, only if you closely pay attention to the words his eyes speak.

They’d at times twinkle too bright, like the stars he encounters by the sea, they lit up like his favourite star when he narrates his childhood play with his dad and sister practicing WWE with each other during his school days.

His eyes hide away the turmoil within him too, hide away the many sleepless nights he spent at the sea, or the times he lay awoke on the cold bed, homesick, wishing to be just a bit closer to his shore.

If you closely pay attention to his eyes, you can see patches of melancholy aligned too, of the days he cried when no one was around, the days he felt he wasnt the perfect child, or the days he prayed he could just leave. They are latched below his eyes, he names it *tiredness* for he couldn’t fall asleep since he was working and partying at nights.

Yet he’d never show an ounce of emotions from his end, for his bright smile would cover up these.

His smile, is as pleasant as the winds during June rains, the one that makes everyone around them so lively and chirpy. It’d remind you of the 11:11 wish you read online, he’s the kind of guy who’d make sure you’re always happy and all right.

He’d stare at you across the room full of people, he notice how the veins on your forehead look too bright in the afternoon sun, how you awkwardly tuck your hair when you feel anxious or shy. He’d also notice the way you truly smile, the way your eyes roll or the way you gently sigh, he’d look deep into your eyes when you’re looking away or when you’re trying to hide.

He’d need no words to understand how you feel, for his intuitive gut would work just fine. He’d know how to make you laugh or when to change the subject of your talk, when to get coffee or when to offer you a cigarette puff.

He’d also be there to hold your hand when you feel the stairway is too uncertain towards the end, he’d ask you if you’re all right and hold your hand too tight and smile. His rough hands would softly catch yours all the time, his fingers would draw circles around your wrists, to tell you he would never leave.He’d never back down from walking hand in hand by the street, his grip would be like the knots he learnt in sailing school, never lose, always firm and tight.

Lastly, he’d hug you too tight, the one that would make you forget about everything else around you, the one that would shatter all your previously held ambiguities, it’d feel as cozy as the your favorite blanket during wintery nights and would make you feel safe and make you smile.

Poem 46#

Promise me,we’ll meet.

This time, would be our final greet.

I’ll be there waiting for you,

Under the settling sun,

by the egde of the sea.

We’ll walk hand in hand this time,

The past long gone,

Yet present by our side,

The shadow’s growing long.

We’d be staring at a reunion,

Once again.

So promise me,

We’d sit by each others side,

‘Lover’s we’d appear

In the silhouette,

And as the moon would shine too bright,

I’d look into your eyes and smile,

But this time,

I won’t fall in love.

Rather, know

That it’s time,

To say,


Poem 45#

I often think about the past,

Was I really happy that time?


Was it all always a lie?

We met accidentally, right?

With a swift swipe and a shy hi

We exchanged snaps overnight,

Your hazel eyes,

And smug smile, never left my mind.

You told me you felt oddly connected to me,

That my ambiguous expressions made you smile.

But maybe getting attached isn’t fine

That this weird feeling haunted you all the time.

I wonder,was all of that a part of the play?

Where you deceive the person

And then act like you don’t care?

Your hazel eyes, they baffled my life.

They say eyes are a window to the soul,

I gazed into yours,

And I found home.

You know,

Every time we met

You stared at me,

Gazed a little longer into my eyes

My heart heard things,

You never said.


this is all good for fiction, I’d say

For in reality, eyes often deceive,

And oh,

they lie.


When everytime you meet them,seems like new

Your heart goes crazy and skips, beats few.

You rehearse the words you’d tell them every night,

But as soon as you see them you become very quite.

When everytime you see them smile,

You feel very happy, you don’t know why.

And everytime they look into your eyes,

They see the real you,

Not the one hiding under disguise.

When they don’t need words to understand what you feel like,

Your ambiguous expressions give them hints all the time.

And then comes the time, when you both fight,

Wish to end things and leave each other’s side,

For you think these feelings are a lie.

Thus you decide to say goodbye,

The other accepts it, which makes you cry.

You feel empty and broken,

You can’t explain why.

A man in love (1)

A man in love,

Talks less but smiles more,

Wishes to speak, but is often unsure.

For his feelings scare him,

thus he hides them deep inside his core.

Hey everyone!

So a dear friend of mine wrote a beautiful poem, ‘A man in love’, ( if she allows me to publish it here I’d be more than happy to share the amazing poem with you all!)

Anyways, the idea of how a man acts when he is in love really struck me and thus I’ll be publishing my versions of how a man acts in love, now these will be absolutely fictional!

I hope you all like it!

Thank you!❤

The human kind.

Hazel, blue, green and brown,

Some smile,while some frown,

They meet and greet as they like,

They feel they’re different but all are alike.

Behind every smile, lies a lie.

The mask is always ready to comply.

But it is that shadow that withholds

The darkest secrets in the cold.

They’re scared at times and alone

But later accept or reject that mold.

Slowly ascend towards their goal.

Until one day, they become unknown.


They don’t showcase the pain,

Behind those cries.

Don’t showcase the truth,

They’ve seen over time.

Rather show you,

What you’d want to see,

Show you a world,

Free of miseries.

A world in which,

you’d be free,

A world in which,

No one ever cheats

or ever lies.

For, that’s what eyes do,

They don’t lie.