THE UNKNOWN WRITER

I hate myself for being late But still my wait turned my fate. I waited for a special moment to feel But, you turned out to be special. Even the bitter started tasting sweet. You being so cute and I became mute, I have no words to praise about your charm. There are no words to describe about your beauty, Because you already are. To tell about your attitude, Its more than an altitude to measure. When you move your hips, the hazy me becomes crazy. When you move your lips The lazy me becomes freezy. Your eyelids are like soft petals where I wanted to click every moment of your blink with my camera. Because, every moment with you is a new memory for me to cherish. Though, we both are separated by a distance Just like the two far ends of a train Where you being at one end, I being on the other. Our relationship never ends. I found the perfect me when I'm with you. Because the imperfect me got the perfect you.

You never transformed but you formed a society. You never want anyone but you search for someone. You cried and worried for that someone. Why??? You suffered with pain Never expressed and shared with me You smiled at me but it was a fake one. You never changed and asked for a change. Why??? You hate your soulmate. Because he's so cruel and make certain rules. You wanted me but you never told me. Because you repress yourself to express. Why??? Every one had done faults and had halts in life. I want to see you smiling every moment. I want you to forget your past and live with me till the last breathe. Don't try to imitate my style. I accept the way you are. If you ask me why? Its simple just like me, even the world wants to see the real you. Being fake is just like a dry lake. Not even having a spoonful and a cupful of water to quench your thirst. Just be you, don't try to be me!!!  

I'm dare and fair, Neither bothered nor worried whether people care. Because at the end of the day it is we who should care ourselves. Educated and educating the younger generation. Because they are our future generation. Days were still dark. Nights were still nightmares. Working daily to earn money, to fulfill my stomach with honey. I'm not an alcoholic, but I'm a workaholic. Few have ego upon me, But I had let it go. All days are not good. All people are not wise. But, there are days which are good and, they are people who are wise. Every step I take made me to talk and tell a story about it. God has given me everything what I need. So, I need to prove something to fulfill my need. Mistakes are made by me, but I have learnt from those mistakes. Every minute is a new line in a story book Every day is a new chapter. Because just like everyone, I too have a story and it is unique containing many chapters.