unknown

 From the last bench,

I watched you,

i admired you, 

have some expectations on you.

I watch you following your path.

I saw you plucked some trees of hope.

I see your heart is dismal for fake ones.

I lost myself trying to understand you.

You lose your mind,

when you're trying to be shy.

You regain your sprit,

When you're too flexible.

You care, but you don't care.

You give your best,

sometimes you feel useless,

sometimes you feel meaningful,

            And 

sometimes you feel both.

You're the best 

You're the worst of your own story.

sometimes you can't afford

to be just normal person.

You have learn how to be goddess,

How to be alive, how to escape 

from prison of your own.

But, you can't see the mistakes of reality,

how people's repaint their faces.

What you have with you

You don't want with anyone.

You remained me what is regret,

What is silent, what is loudness.

You have both hatred and love.

but, when you want one

all you find is nothing.

There are so many perfect and bitter stories in your half life journey.

when you messed with that journey, you find yourself crying silently in crowd.

You think second chances exist.

But, your mind find hard to belive.

You set fire in your eyes, 

burn your sins infront of nobody, 

haunts your enemy in fantasy,

You self-hate your smile,

because you know its not funny.

You open your book on your table,

but your written story in your drawer.

You think love and being loved is different,

talking and murmuring is different,

asking and doing is different,

But got confused in being real

and trying to be real.

You carry smell of wild flowers.

Drops of elixir.

Miles of road.

kindness for needy ones.

Grievance for fake ones.

And some sparkles for haters.

                                        📖=dharma acharya