One Question

One Question

By- Adrija Gupta

I am confused.

With myself,

And the way I feel.

It’s just that I like you.

And I just want to ask,

Do you like me too?

Should I hold this feeling?

Or should I let you know?

My love to you, should I show?

I don’t tell you but,

I think about you all the time.

And I also know that,

It isn’t a crime.

You bring smile on my face,

When I am down.

Even though I irritate you,

You don’t seem to frown.

It’s hard to hold back,

This deep feeling of mine.

For you I feel.

And truly saying, it is real.

I long to just hear your voice.

And I flow along with what you say.

Wish I could embrace you,

With my true love ray.

But then how should I say,

What I feel for you?

My heart pounds when we talk,

Telling you the truth,

How am I supposed to do?

I don’t know but,

If my faint voice ever reaches you,

Just know that this is Love.

And it is very true.

But when shall I tell you?

Tomorrow? But then,

It never comes!

Not to lie, I am nervous.

My heart’s pounding fast.

Just to name some.

If I just smile at you,

Will you get what I feel for you?

Will you ever understand?

That I am in Love with you.

Here comes just one question,

I am in Love with you.

I just want to ask,

Do you Love me too?

The Empty Feeling In Train

The Empty Feeling In Train
By- Adrija Gupta
This piece was written by me on 18th of August 2010 while travelling on a train.......

This empty feeling is damn toxicating and is killing me. Even though my eyes don't show any signs of raging tears, my heart is crying, crying in such a way that I am feeling my heart shrink and bearing the pain of a shrinking heart is unbearably unbearable.
All I can do right now is that look at the moon through this faded night sky and think of him, give a flying kiss to the moon which I know will surely give my kiss to him, who is looking at the moon right now, I am sure of it.
Five more days with this same feeling, I am sure to become a living mechanical puppet unable to feel anything. I wish i could just feel his hand on my head right at this moment, it would give me just so much strength, so much joy that I would be able to sleep in the night knowing that he is right beside me, watching over me.
I see his face in this world of loneliness. His voice, a single word from his mouth will play a medicine to a feverish infant.
I am just wondering, how can this girl fall so deeply in love that she is ready to jump off this train that she is in??? How could I be so strong???
I know that he is thinking of me too. If I could just gaze at him...
This empty toxicating feeling is just killing me.
I know that these tear drops value, cause each and every drop contains compressed feelings of mine for him.
And as they roll down my cheeks, I just wish his enchanting hand could be there to wipe them off.
This empty toxicating feeling is just killing me...