anxiousteenagervibes

[anxiousteenagervibes]

Romantic Moments in life grouped into four brackets of music as I see them :

Moments that stay with you like a song you do not know you will miss later,

Like the blinks of your eyes in which you see your childhood flame,

The one you long for with the purest form of attraction,

No added baggage,

No underlying sexual instincts,

Just the ones you foolishly think will last forever,

The purest form of intoxicants, childhood infatuation.

Moments in which you curse situations,

Moments in which you can physically feel tugs in your heart,

Like a hauntingly beautiful violin piece.

Where a touch of hands become more dangerous,

A humongous push against an already fragile boundary between longing and control,

Than a thousand red-hot knives .

The ones you can't be with in the same room though can't stay one foot afar.

The ones in which you look at that one person lucky enough to call your person theirs,

Not in jealousy but with a smile, masking a universe of raw stabbing emotions.

Moments in which you love and laugh with life like no other,

Songs of happy love you sing at 3 AM, dancing with your partner in the living room.

Ones filled with anticipation and effervescence of the heart,

As if an opium-like love,

Moments vibrating like a clean tug of a guitar string,

In which dull individual routes seem to blend in to a walk on the beach on a starry beach.

Where you notice the tint of brown in the black of her eyes when the sun shines her face golden.

And you feel the small, beautiful scar below their right ear or the darker skin where they'd been burnt and you want to make sure they never get hurt again.

Moments that you live without knowing they'll be the ones whose photographs you look at later, in remembrance,

Music pieces you strum on the guitar with hits of nostalgia.

On a cold winter night, under the stars with a touching tune in ears,

The ones that feel like a sweet breeze across the face on the most windless and driest of nights,

The college sweetheart or the neighbour with the cute freckles,

The one that had you toxicated on their lingering touches on your face or the one you made playlists together,

Moments which you would give anything to relive,

To which you sing 'Abhi Naa Jao Chodkar, Ke Dil To Abhi Bhara Nahi' with an imaginary sixteen-piece orchestra.

[anxiousteenagervibes]

I want to wake up in dewy grass fields with you.

On nature's soft bed.

I want to race you in these fields and kiss you deep and slow, your soul in mine.

I want to flow with you, like a clear stream,

At our own pretty pace.

I want to go through ups and downs with you,

Like the stream does,

The bumpiest rocks and the steepest waterfalls of out lives,

I desire to experience them hand in hand.

And I want to write songs about you,

And paint your spirit like only I could.

I want to climb the steepest peaks and embrace you atop these mountains.

I want to pull stars for you to make your wish while they fall.

I want to tour the great cities in the world with you and imprint my lips into your soul behind the walls of each monumental building in these places.

This is one for all the letters that I wrote before 'WE' were a reality but could not send them to you.

All the unsent weird 'Helw' texts, and video call screenshots,

All the deepest philosophical conversations atop the college roofs at night

And the extemporised love confessions under the skies,

At 2 A.M.

That would be bliss

Wouldn't it?