onedecentwriter

[onedecentwriter]

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[onedecentwriter]

I met a boy once. Afraid. Anxious. Full of insecurities. Definitely in a pitiful plight. I was not worried. I was fighting my own battles, just like all of us. Still, maybe for a little beautiful but frivolous break, I cared to say a 'hi' to him. Just a 'hi'. His reply was a handshake. A firm one. He was, I don't know, weird? Then for a few brief seconds, he looked into my eyes. His confused eyes strived not to break the eye contact that he, for some reason, had been maintaining with me. In those moments, the brown orbs full of hopes that wanted to dance like a peacock does when the first droplet of water senses its iridescent blue neck but at the same time, they wanted to run as far away as they could for they seemed to have noticed getting attention from someone who was not close to them. Something was wrong. Something was stopping them. I attempted to showcase a fake smirk when he was wearing a genuine-childlike-trying-to-be-cool smile.

He tried to initiate the conversation. He was horrible at it. I could sense that.

Now, my battles were calling me, wanting me so bad back on the battlefield, and I decided not to fight his. So, I cut him off in between and bid him bye. I felt terribly bad for him. It was like leaving a soldier alone to die in the dark. Reactively, I thought of saying a final set of words that might be of his help but what exactly was the question.

'Everything will be alright.', I chose to say.

His confused eyes were back on the job while mine contained sympathy this time.

'I have failed a lot of times. In a lot of ways.', he replied.

To this, obviously, I had nothing to say, furthermore I was in remorse for unnecessarily adding fuel to the fire.

I repeated, 'Everything will be alright.'

One last brief eye contact and I saw the world in those eyes. All those hopes that were shying away moments ago, were filtering a lot of fake emotions, faces, revelling their true self by unfastening thousands of layers, standing unafraid, unmoved, as still as they were stern, intrepid, although for a few moments only, but they seemed strong. And then, he blinked.

Harshit Bhasin

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[onedecentwriter]

I can't explain

The thing I've seen

I still can feel

The most beautiful dream

I just had a conversation

With a picture of a Queen..

-Harshit Bhasin

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[onedecentwriter]

You'll find me there

Talking to the moon

'I cause misery'

I'll tell him he's a boon

'I bring with myself night'

I'll tell him he's wrong there

And not at all right

That even in the dark

He's the only light

- Harshit Bhasin

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[onedecentwriter]

I'm done

Just like an evening sun

But go and get me some prize

Because the very next day

I'm gonna rise

- Harshit Bhasin

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[onedecentwriter]

For it is

The only shade stark

Doesn't imply anyway

That Black color is dark

It isn't a stain

But a remark

It's a thought

Very few would park

So if you could feel it

Be up with the lark..

- Harshit Bhasin

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[onedecentwriter]

I thought and thought and thought

Where am I now?

When on terrace

I'm on moon

When with songs

I'm the tune

When penning poetries

I’m Monsoon

Harshit Bhasin

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