Vishwa Vyas

Everyday is a task, From waking up at 5am, To catching a super fast-ultra slow local train at 6am. From walking station at 7:15am in the speed of 180, To reaching college by 7:30am which is feeling of victory. From attending every boring as well as interesting lecture, To the wait of over where every single minute from 50 feels like an headcatching torture. From running home with a bright sun right top of our head, To the await of passing stations as fast as possible and till reaching home we're half dead. Everyday tasks of every Mumbaikar is surely hectic, And this is the reason behind the saying, That "the city never sleeps".

Where is the one? Who I expect to be only mine, Who I wish to cuddle all night, Who I believe to be my shine. Where is the one? Who can take away my insecurities, Who can wake me up with morning kisses, Who can heal my scars and my bruises. Where is the one? Who would dream to travel places with me, Who would fight to the world just for me, Who would dream of growing old with me. Where is the one? Who will make me realize it was worth a wait, Who will make the time seem like a fairy tale, Who will give my life a reason to live again. Where is the one? Where are you boy? I can't wait no more! I can't afford waiting anymore!

The small memory lane, That's the Mumbai's deadly local train. Where I see people tripping over death in rushing, Even when there is hardly a minute gap in another train coming. Where I see some people are lost in the world of music and some shopping, Whereas some people are busy talking and some sleeping. Where I hear ads like "every wednesday is a jumbo vada pav day" at 6am, And the other side I hear bhajans sang by the group of overenergetic mens. Where I see people stunting at the doors like superheroes, Even when there is a vacancy to sit, makes them the ultimate zeroes. Where I see some people engrossed in newspaper, And some who are deeply lost in admiring nature. Where I see beggars trying to earn their daily bread, Whereas some are just busy on their phone being engaged. I have many memories as often I feel nostalgic, And if I try to recollect those experiences, I can't take it coz a few still make me feel pathetic.

Who knew, We would met as profession. And turn to be lovers, Coz writing was our passion. Having the same point of view towards things, Made us more understanding. Now the bond we share, Is gonna be like never ending. We ain't had a clue, That the thoughts of a writer with the other would be so similar. Having the same mindset, I never thought we could be so familiar. You got impressed by my poetries, And I by your writings. Sharing our love in words, Made us the perfect pair as a couple happening. I am so proud to call you mine, Coz you're the best thing ever happened in my life. Now its only me no matter what, With surity to be your future wife.

Ever since I lost my love, For me my mom is the only one. She is my lifeline undoubtely, As she loves me unconditionally. A day with mother felt like I am with the best mentor, Being blessed so much feels like I don't need a "so-called" lover. Giggles and laughs all the way, She made me strong enough to forget the ones who have already passed away. From shopping to dinning and then wine, I am so overwhelmed for having a mom who had been my valentine.

Its been in the past for a while, I get a flash and I smile. I've lost in this maze, Of losing love, losing friends and faith. It was real; it was right, But it burned so have to survive. All that's left is, Only the ashes. Today it would be our 4th year, If you were here. Knowing that you can't come back, I wish you to call me there. I hide my tears when I say your name, But the pain in my heart is still the same. Although I smile and seen care free, There is no one who misses you more than me. There was a difference between what you said and what you did, Leaving me here all alone is breaking me still. This life hasn't been fair; I can finally tell, Now nobody cares and it hurts like hell.

She cried all night, Without uttering a word. In the moonless midnight, So that no one could be heard. It was her invisible pain that none could notice, Covering it with a bright smile, as if her heart had no scares or bruises. She was always neglected, Coz of being way too shy. Falling asleep was something she only pretended, But in real, it was her silent cry.