The moment I wish I could paint

The Moment I Wish I Could Paint...

It's silly, isn't it... 

Fighting for small things

Wishing you could hold some things to yourself

Selfish, totally

After all I told the idiots, to meet me that evening

But they were outside the campus

Having my favorite street food all by themselves

Bastards, I still comment that...

But wishes for a sight, prevails still

Making the anger, bring on a different level

So angry, I said "What if it's our last meet for now"

And heavens is known bad for granting you unwanted curses

The country locked down, the college shut

And sudden approaches to leave the city came the same morning

There is nothing worse , then not seeing, not talking 

To some people, you don't know how you got connected with

It hurts, and soaring you see the tickets

Which don't excite you anymore 

'Cause your home is where your heart is

The croaking walls of cell, bad food and water doesn't really matter

I kept packing, taking to someone who told me be happy

But inside I was going insane, and even more...

'Cause with the rules and regulations 

There remains no chances to sight as I gain the insight

Packed bags and all done...

Pretty much no sleep... 

A cold water bath to keep conscious

And help myself to with the load drowning my head

It's 12:30 and I am listening to some song

Which somehow cries of home and 

It's melodies send chills

And my worthless phone rings

Breaking in the continuous loop, bastards 

"We are reaching in 5 minutes, get everyone you got

and meet at our spot, right now"

My eyes brightened up... so I could see them

There is no thing better

I knew the places they meant right away, and 

 Hurried with whatsoever left

The smile which set me could not fade away

And without any further delay

We left for our way

Somehow, they managed the leave they don't get

You did the right thing, I was in a fortress of distress

The railway station not so far, but every moment 

I had right then is what I rejoiced

This time I would be gone, without the drinks

Make sure idiots, next time don't forget this thing

The train is at 6 and we are here by 1 

The 5 hours I had, are sure my best ones

 The night was partly cloudy

But I could spot the stars

The back seat of auto-rickshaw we seated in volunteering 

Those bad jokes and laugh, felt high itself

It's partly dizzying, the rain,

Cold swoosh of breeze  strangely exotic

And then comes the scene ever hit in my head

The one dark scene I want to paint to reality

Alas! I am too bad for how lively it was

I sat on some closed shops bench 

Having my 'Kulladh wali Chai'

The street was all black, lit by a single street lamp

Near the only small shop open 

Which made world's best Chai and omelets

And I couldn't help bit stare at both of the idiots

Who meant quite much to me

Having Chai and lighing up a smoke

Watching there smiling faces as they had small conversation 

The shopkeeper was interactive as well

And every move put so perfectly as if I am in a movie

I told them not to get me omelet but as if they will hear me

They got me, and fed me

And I must be an idiot as well

To make excuses of not touching the oil

'Cause let them feed me, I'm sorry, I will steal that 

We were crazy dancing and jumping on empty street 

Playing football on silent platform with some crushed bottle

We laughed crazily, eating and playing

I will never grow up, say I'm a kid to do these stupid things

taking, hugging, what's infections, what's sanity?

The night faded with the dawn

And I am with you both

My untimely leaving a secret

Your leaving hostel a secret

As the final hour approached, you got me to my seat

The stop not few minutes, clear in all of our eyes

How much we all will miss this, but can't leave with tears

We will meet soon, we smiled and waved

Keeping the emotions pressed, bastards

The whistle came, and we shouted, every word a  slang 

'Cause we mean it, making each other laugh 

And see smiles before we lost sight of them ,

In the silent, silent platform...

I'm here now, at my house

Not sure where my home is,

And luckily get to hear your voices and see your faces

Thanks to technology

But that scene 

Of black night, cigarette smoke,

Over salted eggs and dim street light,

Those stars and mild rains

Are ever stuck in my brain 

Your slightly wet, folded shirts

Jackets I held, because you din't wear it

Those colors, and smile 

Keeps coming to me again and again

Sometimes as dreams, sometimes as nightmares

But I am sure I miss that pure moment in every aspect

Wish I could paint, what I see

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