I just realised that I am a human, despite not being hurt and felt betrayed in a very long time.

Because the favourite thing of  human is to get--- hurt, used and abused........

                                                                   

                                                                                                   ----- Jogesh

Expectation. It’s like GOD….

You won’t remember about them when you are happy. You will realize that someone broke your expectations when you are sad--- You will just find another way of getting sad.

                         

                                                                                                                                                                                                                             ---- Jogesh

SHE (an unpoemed version)

SHE

She's my girlfriend, and while she cares for me the most, she also manages to annoy me the most. She advises me not to stress, yet she seems to shed tears for about 23.5 hours a day. She's a master of not sharing full details or complete sentences, yet somehow, she effortlessly keeps me informed about every happening in her life. She claims to love me the most, yet she's a pro at throwing in some 'hatred' spice. Yes, she's self-centred cute little bitch, and when I encounter a problem, she swoops in—not to solve it, but to draw parallels with her past experiences and to give me a piece of her mind. She proudly declares herself the cutest girl according to her standards, and yet her tears flow if my appreciation falls short. That's the way life unfolds, right? A mix of happiness and sorrow, frequent skirmishes, and occasional anger flare-ups. But you know what? She manages it all like a pro. She's my girlfriend, but above all, she's my THE BEST FRIEND.

Oh, and let's not forget that for about 6 days a month, she has a 'Do Not Disturb' sign because of her periods. Yet, I end up sending her messages that go unanswered, with a fear of witnessing the apocalypse. While she never texts me first, it's not because she's disinterested—it's because she's busy, waiting for my texts. And then there's the utterly perplexing fact that she's capable of starting a fight just because……guess what? … I asked her 'how are you' just once.

      ----- JOGESH UPADHYAYA