You mean the world

I don’t aspire to be your whole world
But only to be a part of your story, be the first word
To be the song, every time which makes you dance
Not by chance, not just a single instance

I just want to be the eyes in which you first look
When you pour your heart out, like an open book
To be the first voice, you want to hear
When you are unsure and things are not what they appear

I just want to be that line of your poem, your favorite part
The one which just flowed, straight from your heart
Unmeasurable is the happiness, I derive from your one glance
Not by chance, not just a single instance

– Ishan ‘tarang’

(In response to a Facebook status!)

About tarang

Business and technology journalist, geek, star gazer, foodie and loves trying out new music. And yes…loves beaches! Find me on Twitter @ishan_srivastav This blog started out as a place where I wanted to put down my thoughts on events happening in my life and sometimes, the world! But over time, it has served me well as my diary where I write my little poems…one of my favorite hobbies. I hope one of these will strike a chord with you. Feedback is always welcome. Thanks for reading! Listen to Mustn’ts, child, listen to the Don’ts. Listen to the Shouldn’ts, the Impossibles, the Won’ts. Listen to the Never Haves, then listen close to me. Anything can happen, child, Anything can be. - Shel Silverstein

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