Robin Tales

Love exists Well love exists..or does it Lets test it Thats what will prove it Does it need though to be proved to be shown or be somewhere? Is it alone? or so we share? Do we know it? Like we care? Does it mean something? Why do we love? Or do we love Like we just feel It has questions it doesn’t give us any answers Do we get a purpose or it is just something new Will it survive the storm? will it survive the promises? how beautiful is love when it plays out in chaos When it is the only is the only thing that stands still in the universe’s whirlwind Does it make you happy or does it make you miserable do you find yourself in it Does it live up to its legend? Why do i want the wishes Why do i hear the silence Please give me the morning Please bring me the stars Leave me alone with it But don’t just walk away Fill it with you Is that why love makes people crazy

We meet new people everyday. We learn new things about people every hour. There's a lot that our little  mind has to store for us, just to we can use that information at the right time, at the right place. Much of what we experience happens due to what we have already experienced. Whether or not I choose to take the middle queue where it was faster last time, storifies the next few minutes of lingering thoughts or small talk to a known face. If you're dumb enough, or lets say you want to call it 'rich experience', sometimes you forget the hard lessons, and there it is again. Here's where you ask your information storage box about its functionality, right?  Now that you're asking questions, why would something happen to you when you already know what's coming? There's always a reason why things happen - so what's the catch now? Scratch that. Its been quite sometime since I started writing, and even before that, creating a story around something

I don’t want anything Nothing more And so it stays  Broken in so many ways This is life Life as I know it I won’t change I don’t change I really don’t care Whether its not what you mean It really doesn’t matter And if its not what you mean Now you’re going with me And its only you I can see I can’t feel anything Don’t use your eyes to open me up There was the wind There was the sweet I can’t see the road ahead And I really don’t want to So much right With so much wrong So alike Yet so very different If its not incomplete What’s the fun?! That’s deep Lets not think I break every day I’m whole everyday Never will you see Or in the light from the dark What’s on your mind What are you thinking Here I am And the spinning begins Let me break out Or let me not Because after this All I ever

I'm out of my mind. It wasn't perfect the first time. In fact, it was quite the dreary and dreadful type you wouldn't want to experience ever again. And I was traveling by the same airline again. On the same route. So naturally, the hasty running between two gates, gasping for breath, thinking you're about to collapse with sheer stress, tired legs which would give up any second, and managing to get to the seat just in time before the doors closed, sweating and panting for the entire flight to have a popcorn moment, is what's on your mind. The newer additions to the travel rules were not helping either. I was probably fretting my transit more than anything - last I remember I was scared of Courage the Cowardly Dog, so my threshold for paranoia is really high. Here I was, looking through the flight for a friendly face. Luckily for me, #sarcasm, I found an over-friendly one. I mean I wanted to just listen to some music or watch crappy old sitcoms only so I wouldn

In the depts of the lies I don't want to find it now Because you know it too It would have changed it all Play with everyone, me Thought would be new This was different This was scary, to be If that was a no Somewhere you hid it in you Stop why did you Said why would you I turn around Not by my choice It was all you Played me, played you Smoke is where there is Fire in my heart Breath lost in space between Living for the both of us That's us You and me Sparks, Fire and Smokes In a second and its all gone

After having worked on his project for about a year, Vihaan hoped to find some time to adjust the tilted mirror on his wall, not that he would care otherwise if only. His phone buzzed informing him of an upcoming conference call, and he decided to postpone his mid-night snack by an hour. As he poured coffee for what seemed the last call of the day, stacking his commencement notes, adjusting his newly framed glasses, he breathed out a huge sigh and closed his eyes, thinking of all the good times that he hoped to bring him his inner strength. Never did he think he will experience it all again. "Vihaan, Vihaan! Are you alright?" said a familiar voice. Feeling the haze, he woke up to her sweet voice. He had missed it for quite some time. Yes, missed it. So what is she doing here now? "Ruhi?" "Yeah?" she replied while folding the room curtains, with an innocence like she would have for the rest of their lives together. Rest of their lives? "Ruhi