Catching up

Catching up

Do you still take a long time to get ready?

'Cause you used to make too much out of that kind of stuff

When you turn your head around and it kills

'Cause the dress looks nice on you still

And it always will

I wait a long time just to see you

Listening this for long .

How you describe the situation when 2 people meet to grieve or end the love they sowed a long back , like killing all the springs it could have experienced through years the blossoms of shade it would have gotten over years.

Do you cry on public transport while heading back from your lovers home back to the town you shared!

Ekhadya roptyachya kalali aai chya Mayane japun thevlyanntr tya kaline phuluch nye!

Come on, don't leave me it can't be that easy, babe

If you believe me I guess I'll get on a plane

Fly to your city excited to see your face

Hold me, console me and then I'll leave without a trace (maybe I)

That’s what the Maria’s sang and that’s Wht I acted I came to meet you lying my parents which I never do with a 10 page letter which I wrote over two weeks and travelled to complete unknown city so that the lost springs would blossom

It was Vat Purnima that day I remembered you, the next it was something else I longed for you, last week it was my birthday and I cried endlessly

I often watched a mirror selfie video we had took where we smiled that is the only thing I have saved, I often re read that 10 page letter , I often ask God in prayers Not you but something that’s daunting for long is love that fragile, was I short of love when I mothered you like my child I don’t know but I did , this morning I woked up worst possible state

And yesterday my heart sinked in seeing you I could just feel my heart crying out anxiously

Heartbreak gets you the love songs more sad for you , idk but it’s different you just can’t listen them.

I remember your eyes I remember me playing with your hair I remember your childish screams I remember your every uncanny demands which I gave in

I remember the night while you were laying my side and you don’t turned up to wipe my tears.

I read the note you had written for me where you promised to getting through all this together ,

After all this that “kitida navyane tuala athwave “song hits feels more personal

किती हाक द्यावी तुझ्या मनाला,

किती थांबवावे मी माझ्या दिलाला,

कितीदा रडुनी जीवाने हसावे...

कितीदा नव्याने तुला आठवावे

डोळ्यातले पाणी नव्याने वाहावे...

But everything got questioned when I received real love when my dad used to check every night I have slept or not when he had himself suffered fractures and couldn’t walk, when my best friend took me to the centre was awake till midnight had wiped tears till they flowed ,

When your best friend is more about your birthday and she calls you just to wish you irrespective of all the odds and gets you gift in the middle of exams, when my elder sister writes a heartfelt letter on my birthday, when my younger sister writes a

Handwritten note calling me out best brother she could have ever got , when my best friends gets me shoulder even tho I cry for 100th time ,and my mom being there throughout the day caring for a little kid which has turned up 24 still

And I had all it wrong I had been getting everything wrong lately .

When I visited the city we shared The flowers stall didn't attracted my eye sight from where I used to get you flowers

The Place were we had meals couldn't let me eat

The place were we roam around couldn't let me breathe in

The Roads which we took I couldn't took them

The building of yours felt anonymously strange .

hum aur tum aur yeh samaa kya nasha nasha sa hai

boliye na boliye sab suna suna sa hai

And the terrace view , You in my arms and slowly I would whisper this moonlight song to you

The sun is setting

And you're right here by my side

And the movie is playing

But we won't be watching tonight

Every look, every touch

Makes me wanna give you my heart

I be crushin' on you, baby

Stay the way you are

But everything is DEAD the roses have withered maybe in dustbins maybe the soul has decomposed under the grave ig maggots have gotten there job done so the butterflies of memories have been replaced by them ,

And probably you are again back to square one of showing someone the same dreams you showed me up !