Mess I guess but one day

Someday i'll have nothing but to read you. That someday will come.
Soon.
Not  today.
I get it.

Someday i'll have patience to understand you.
Not today.
Today I've barely made a par.
But someday.
I hope i'll meet your expectations.
My bad I let it exsist in first place.
I shouldn't have.
Does that matter anymore.
Oneday i'll write after I understand.
That day my eloquence will breathe.
I'm not sure that day will come.

Someday i'll understand each and every line.
Because my expectations are undoubtedly higher.
I know I haven't measured yet.
I know.
Nothing can measure, not even near to what I am trying to say.

Everyone I know goes away in the end.

Why am I not feeling the pain,
that familiar  rush in my veins.
Why is my heart beating alright.
Why did you have to leave,
when the best was just to come.

Wanted to feel like I used to , just for the last time.
It  didn't  have to end so peacefully,
Remember,
We once used to be in each other ,  so madly.

Why am I not complaining so bad,
And not missing any of the memories we had.
Why am I not feeling the pain,
that familiar  rush in my veins.

I know,
the worst was yet come.
Still,
Wanted to screem and cry,
And make sure , it really ment to me.
Why did you take away that right from me.

Why am I not feeling the pain,
that familiar  rush in my veins.
Why is my heart beating alright?

Dance with me. Once!

Last night I had a dream!
I saw me write a perfect article. 

More of an answer, though it had to be hidden according to my dream.
I'm sharing it. :)

I know not where to begin because it was all so vague. 
I was trying to find a place to live in.
I saw a few. 
Houses with giant doors. 
Houses with ancient artwork.
I finally decided to stay in one of them.  Now came the room issue. 
People were not ready to adjust with me. 
This I saw very very clear. 
Then I saw a temple.
Then blood.* a big black ant bit me in my right hand's index finger's tip*

Then my love loving me back , yet not accepting it openly. 

Whatever it is that I have done to make you do this to me. Forgive me!

Then the house of my dreams.
I've seen that house in my dreams like forever now. 

I have a life with you.
The nature wants us both together.
This universe wants us both together.     

Come!
Let us be an example to all those people who fake to be in love but barely know the essence of it.

Come! 
For we are meant to be in each other. 

Come! 
I have waited my entire life for  this to happen. 

Come! 
Because thats only how my whole world can come to rest.

Every bit belongs to me and no other person

You strike my mind like an old song,
I keeping singing every now and then,
Which I too, am not sure, begin when.

I felt you were so, tall and admired you from the moment I saw you.

Those spectacles you owned,
made me go crazy.
And baby,
it seems only yesterday,
I dared to text you,
And you responded so well,
And I kept falling deeper in that hell.

And I couldn't help, but blush ever since.
Luckily we talked on the test day,
And I Could clearly feel the change on my way.

Days passed by so so soon,
You looking at me,
was never the same again,
And my wish to have picture with you never came true.
At last when you came to see me  off,
I couldn't help but hug you,
All the complains,
washed off with my tears.

Only remembering,
Those spectacles you owned,
Which made me go crazy,
And baby,
You strike my mind like and old song,
I keep singing every now and then,
Which I too am not sure begin when.

I'm a.....

Girls are girls. Also can have valid twitter account. Mine is @bournviIIe_rana
Try not to have trust issues all the time.
Am I reading my mind for the first time in my life?
I have so much stuff to share.
* maa kasam khatam hi nai ho raha *

May be I've cried for the last time.
May be i'll never lose it again.
Wealth sucks so does poverty.
And music, I'll still listen to it.
It might mean something else from now on.

I ain't proud of what I am today, but I'm  not interested in being someone else.
Trust me.
I've had all my options.
I love myself a pinch more than anybody else in this world.
Last but not the least, I choose twitter among all social media.
I was born on.
Yeah!  You'll never know.
I neither take nor give anything for free except medical help.

You are the true spirit of sport.

When people show you love and admire you for your achievements, even the radicals and racist can't find a reason, not to praise you with whole heart and your fame is accepted beyond boundaries of nation, colour or gender, only then you become the true champion. People in the coming centuries will read you in history and I find myself lucky enough along with the other people, who have witnessed you . Only few such legends are born and only one makes it this big with dedication and hard work. You are an inspiration  @MichaelPhelps.