Exhibit A

People go through life

Always searching for their better half

Never has it occurred that

Doing it wasn’t necessary

Radical it may seem but

Everything and everyone for us

Wont ever miss us

And Babe you are my Exhibit A. ❤

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Life has been,

quite overwhelming

The bustle of a day,

like a measured set of strings

One miss,

And your craft is not worth anybody’s ears

 

 

We are like clowns,

Juggling things in circus

One, two, three

That’s easy

Four, Five, Six

I can do this but with sweat tricklin’

Seven, eight,nine, one hundred

Fasten that smile, everyone is watching

Dear A,

Dear A,

We might never know why

We crossed paths,

Why it happened while 

We are on the opposite sides
You came in a time

I wasnt sure what I’m looking

Too jaded to remember 

My made-up prince charming
You got that friendly face

And that dream man attitude

You got that good boy facade

And that irresistable intellectuality
You reminded me 

of my goals

You reminded me 

Not to settle for what is available
You’re my 2017 reminder,

Impossible is not a word

In the Lord’s vocabulary

We might just be two lines crossing

In a lifetime of trajectories

But I must let you know

You are my favorite coordinate

Might it end in tragedy

On the Process

On the process

That’s how I would like to describe the life that I have right now

On the process

Of loving myself

Of accepting who I am

My hits and my misses

My beauty and my bruises

My intelligence and ignorance

My passion and disinterests

My achievements as well as the set backs,

On the process of waiting

For my big break

Career climax

Healing

And the love of my life

On the process of growing.

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She has the wildest mind

A factory of ideas,

Maker of unlikely stories

She has the biggest heart

Lover of minute details,

Emphatic to the oddest balls

She has the loudest laugh

Bearer of the corniest joys,

Painter of colorful grins

She has the daintiest hands

And if no one would write about her

Then these dainty hands

Would do the scribbling

A

It’s a matter of awe when you suddenly find yourself connected to someone. 

When he suddenly becomes a part of your day, may it be large or small in scale

It is nice to know that he trusts you with sacred parts of him

Things you never thought he would share

But getting twisted by his words, his actions and secrets

Overthinking what they mean and what you mean to him

These are the thoughts that aren’t covered by awe.

These are thoughts restricted by fear yet nourished by hope