The Seasons change, but not the course. It rains in rainy season, sun shines in summer and the breeze sends a chill down the spine in winter. So is this blog; the name is a typo by choice, because we tend to make mistakes, and they are often left unseen. For an instance, let this mistake be the loveliest of them all, let Ameet, be a Myth and there's no stopping him from being a "Theist"... That's Ameethyst for you...
Saturday, February 13, 2016
“Hope”, she said and I hoped
“Nope”, she said and I groped.
Everything that happened in between
was a dream that I’d never seen.
Our souls were made for each other,
but our eyes said something else.
I stood on barren lands waiting for
while she collected seashells.
“Well! That was a bit dramatic.
Your poetry is getting very sick.” "You're too bright for a blackhole like me" "No! I'm too right for an asshole like you" Her words were creepier than mine,
but then I thought, “Everything will
She’s just in an indecisive phase,
and that’s why she hates my face.
But then it dawned upon me
that she’s born to live free.
She had a million dates and I had
I just wanted her to be the one.
“Just forget about her”, my heart
“I’ll give it another shot”, and I
This was a desperate Valentine’s song
You figure out what went wrong.
When you want to smile and dream
When you want to shout and scream
All you do is drink and sulk
Kill that big-ass romantic hulk
You end up jotting a gibberish verse
Stop it, Moron! You’re making it
Okay okay okay! The buck stops here
And girl, if you’re still reading, “Come
let’s have beer”