Will you hear her this time?

"It's risky" said Reason
"It's nearly impossible"  said Pride
"It's pointless" said Ego

"Just give it a try", she gasped as her little heart whispered out into the universe. 

Paheli: Kuch Naa Kaho

Jazbaat hain jitne dil mein
Mere hi jaise hain woh bezubaan
Jo main tumse keh na paayi
Kehti hain woh meri khamoshiyaan

Sun sako toh suno
Woh jo maine kaha nahin
Sacch toh hai ki kehne ko
Ab kuch raha nahin 

Diverging Roads

Dancehall and Bhangra nights remind me of you.
Everything reminds me of you.
But when I have a good time, I can't help but wonder if you would have felt the same too.

We were supposed to grow up together. How then did we grow apart?

I still write to you and speak with you in my thoughts. Back then, I kept them safe with me waiting for the days when I could share it with you. Now I keep them hidden for they shall stay with me till the end of my days. 

Hints scattered here and there

If an imaginative creative risk-taking lover couldn't ensnare our little dreamer, then who could?
If only they would show up, take help of their brother's brother to plot their way to her and showcase a spectacular change, even if only in wardrobe.

Which girl, however practical, did not turn to look again at an impeccably dressed man?

No such man would have to ask a girl to look at him or his pictures. For all eyes would naturally rest on him. Including hers.

Of Premonitions

Good news all around.
You know where to send my flowers. 

Oh my life,
Is changing everyday,
In every possible way.

And oh, my dreams,
It's never quite it seems,
'Cause you're a dream to me,
Dream to me.

Chocolate

She found new songs that echoed long lost but cherished, so dearly loved, familiar strains of old tunes. That had clutched her little heart for so long. Oh so very long.

Their music had shaped her very heart. How could she have ever thought those symphonies had forsaken her? 

Same place.

Soon my eyes will close
Soon I'll find repose
And in dreams
You're always near to me

I'll see you in my dreams.

Unwanted, undesirable.

Disappointments take so long to leave their dwellings. Lying comfortably in the nests we eagerly built for someone else.