Through the nights, when I don't come home on time,

Peeking through the door, I see your hands wished they were in mine,

Your eyes go moist, and you nose turns wine red,

Sorry but I have this life,
That ***** with me ******* you,
That hates me loving you,
That loves me far from you.

I made a House of cards,
Storeys going up to infinity.
Clouds were too small to be seen,
And was god to this world.

Each card put down with a whip of breath,
And when the heart skipped a beat.
I didn't know something,
Which intrigued me too deep.

I rushed down from the top,
Reached the ground.
After a long time,
I saw my House of cards standing tall.
Beautiful and Glorious.

I could see till where the sky ended,
But it didn't.
Saw My House Of cards from the earth,
When my eye caught a glimpse of something.

My first card ever placed, An Ace.
It doesn't even matter, the first card,
It has a crack on it!
I realised
It was going to fall down.
All of it.

Oh not soon after,
did I see it all coming down.
Down to earth,
Down to me,
to taste the smell of water,
Coming down to the ground with,
a dark blue downpour.

I stood there, on my first card.
Wet and damp,
Until it dawned on me that...


My House of Cards was just any other thing,
which was built with love to see it being broken.
And to see it ending.

Hello there!
It's me, someone, you forgot
I am alone,
and the feeling of not being loved back hovers
On my days and in the melancholic nights,
when I need you the most,
I call you out..

I hope you look back too,
And say my name when
when the world leaves you,
on that garden bench at 2:00 a.m.

Dimming lights, light my desk,
and I sit here, writing about you.
Oh me, Such a fool.
I know the truth,
You never were there...

I don't want the clock ticking by,
while I am sitting here
thinking about a **** purpose of my life.

And It's funny,
how you and I will spend our lives,
thinking about,
What is our  purpose of
being gifted this life.

But the answer lies in us.
Us, a life.
The best I can do,
is to be the best version of myself.
Can you too?

The book of life,
we all write ours.
Some gently and some with a rush,
familiar is melancholy and joyous flowers.

Your book of life,
no one realizes its truth.
They will get addled and wonder,
until they read in between the lines.

Beautiful sadness will pour,
Don't let it ruin your book.
Shelter it with unbiased happiness,
and smile for not to be drenched.

I have yet to finish it,
Everyone does someday.
But till that day,
write, write and remember,
your precious book of life.

You are not
On my side now.
Listening to the song
You sang me every night
Even when you aren't.

And I can't say
I am Alive
As you are not my side.

I wait till the dark
Overtakes the time.
Thinking you are on your way
Humming this song,
I lay
On your bed side,
Staring at this moonlight.
Smiling a bit and,
Walk on your way.

So will you come,
When you can't.
And will you stay,
When you could.

I am running,
To defeat your light.
To forever be,
On your side.

So Darlin Run and,
I am waiting for the sun.
Laying on your bed,
To find you when I turn.

Am sitting on the damp grass,
With the rain hitting my body.
Pain inside, and joy in tears,
Which melded with the twinkling starlight,
Falling from pink skies.

A lake beside that I sat,
On that garden bench.
My hands holding your hat,
But you weren't there.

Light went to sleep,
I sat there still.
Stillness grew deep,
You didn't come but believed you will.

I cried to moon,
Counted the stars.
He whispered softly in my ear,
"She went away soon!?"

I kept your adorable hat,
Besides me as you.
I felt asleep in a minute,
Neither I returned,
Nor you.

We just lost ourselves.

God, thy creations are great,
When the whole world will leave,
Thou shall be my only mate.

Flying of a butterfly or blooming of a flower,
Gives this world a fragrance and a beauty,
By thine inner nature and power.

That First Fall After Summer,
Gives me fragrance of thine, and reminds me,
I am thy creation and thy lover.

When the whole world shouts,
It remains silent.
And when it shouts,
Makes the world silent.

Known as the "Son Of Universe",
But still greater than any verse.

Someone who sleeps over it,
Is a cloud, finding someone, who never rests.

Who never rests.
Is a mother,
Singing a lullaby to her child,
In the nights of Summer,
And the winters are mild.

Mild winters turn up the eyes,
Up to where the clouds lie.

It is a Pink Sky.

Day bows down, when it arrives.
It goes down, when day arrives.

Neither you can change it,
Nor can I,
But all to do with it,
Is just to see with your eye.

It's real face is neither the darkness,
Nor the light.

Just things to see,
As it is The Night.

A refreshing wind blowing in those times,
When Sun was unable to yield sunshine.

A sweet fragrance of a flower,
Along with wind, gave me power.

Darkness in those times, was not worse than light,
As it also puts efforts to prop me on delight.

Therefore, wind, fragrance and darkness,
Always made me glad in aloneness.

Memories got refreshed,
Agonies got depressed.

Agony for the time I left,
A very  sweet friend that I met.

After years returning to Chicago,
Felt a moment with glee ago.

Returned, memories got refreshed up,
When he handed me a tea cup.