Autumn has a story untold

Every Autumn has a story untold waiting for strong wind to change it.

It's the month of the lovers of art, the poets, the writers, the artist, the painters, the photographers, all who are lost in time. 
The mug of hot coffee in my hand and the thoughts in my head told me how different were the things this time last year. 
I was alive then with a smile, I am alive now but the smile of joy then has now become a tool to hide the pain. 
You entered made my simple story a little more intense which now hurts a little more deeper.
This Autumn is different because the things that were once a beautiful dream are now the worst nightmares.

To the one who gave me butterflies

Dear someone who gave me butterflies,

You were my first crush or maybe not and just an infatuation, but it was my first. You were my senior but that's okay since we had a few mutual. You had a past but that didn't bother me. Maybe you were shy, you know what? Me too! But wasn't that you with your girlfriend ? I wasn't ready to break the walls but I was okay with you entering through the door. I would have not felt for you after the first talk. I never wished you would go on your knees for me but a handshake would have been a bliss. Your bright smile might not make my day but a warm one would reduce my stress. I wish we would talk but the starts, sky, politics, black holes and not just about lunch and dinner. I never wanted to be at the cafe with you but the canteen would be just fine. I would not be your 3.A.M friend but being just name in the list of friends would hurt more. Can't we be something between that? 

From The one you failed to notice