Why do I write poetry:
Many nights I have slept
With words of yours wrapped all around me
And now every time I lay
Those words whisper to me.
I must write to maintain my sanity.

Why do I write poetry:
Sometimes when I see sunset all I can think of is how you were the light of my eyes and when you left the sun set and it has never dawned since then
And I must write; ode to its remembrance

Why do I write poetry:
Sometimes I get really confused as to where I'm going except that no road will be taking me to you and the brown of the earth is the closest I'll get to have a souvenir of you
And I must write about the brown eyes I no longer wake up to

Why do I write poetry:
Every time you spoke there was a quiet all around while your words etched themselves on my fragile heart
And now there is only chaos left
And I must write to give my heart the silence to reminisce about your voice

Why do I write poetry:
I removed pieces of me to make you a home and now it only aches where my heart should be
And I must write to distract and empty myself of whatever is left

Why do I write poetry:
This is a world where please stay is followed only by a sorry as their response
And I must write because paper never cringes when I confess about my love

You beckon at me
In my dreams
I yearn for closeness
Just a touch
Just a nod
Anything that confirms
You are here
And you'll stay

I chase after you
But my legs refuse to move
As if I'm stuck
In wet cement
Slowly sinking
With every breath.

The distance between us
Ever increasing
And then she comes
You embrace her
The look on your face
Is so precious
As if you have found
A long lost treasure
I watch you scrape the colors off my world
To paint hers.

With your name still
On the tip of my tongue
I wake up,
Sweating,
My hands look for you,
And these moments are what I live for
When my mind forgets
That you are not there You never were

But then realisation comes
Creeping in too soon.
The rest of the night
Is spent
In tossing and turning

The morning light
With itself brings
Some sleep
As I get ready
For another tiring day

And from my dreams
You slide in my heart,
With every pump
You take over my soul
You occupy my thoughts

You love playing with my mind
If you only knew,
You would show off your smirk
And that smirk would leave
Its trace all over my face
Such crazy things
Only love can do

And I try
To wash your face off
My thoughts
But all the sinews and all the nerves
Start yelling your name
I can't resist you,
My mind refuses to cooperate
And at night,
In my dreams
I see you again

I spilled my secrets to the night sky
And it bled a million stars
Trying to get your name right.

I lost countless sigh
To the wind
And it echoed a thousand probabilities,
A nostalgic memory reminding me of things that will never be

I shed a tear or two
On the spot we used to sit
And sunflowers sprouted there
A perfect burial ground
For how things used to be

I slit my veins open
On the blank page that was supposed to say
Happily ever after
To make this ever after
Without you tolerable

The blue of your eyes
Not deeper than the blues I write about,
Yet much more mesmerizing
They could give hope
To a corpse

And when you are you
I could finally be me
No facade, no impostors,
Just one love
Transcending
Through both of us

The blue of your eyes
In them I drown my sorrow
Funny how sometimes you have to lose yourself
To be found
And all their will fall
Back to the pit where they belong

And when you are you
I could finally be me
You'll take my hand,
I'll break those walls
I built for years
and show you the way
to my heart

The blue of your eyes,
The cheesiest lines have been said for this shade
But has anyone told you,
The spark in them
Gives warmth to my bitterly cold heart

**And when you are you
I could finally be me
You would put arms around my waist
I could finally fall apart
Because yours are the hands I'll fall in.

If you could, would you
Trade all these words
For the peace of mind
That you never got

If you could, would you
Wipe off all your memories,
scars and lessons
And restart

if you could, would you
Let the heart give away its last beat
To some goodbye
You think should never exist

As to what I would do
I am not so sure
All I can do is sit and ponder
What might have happened

If I had chosen to let you go
When I still had it in me

One by one,
The words abandoned
But the pain never did.
One by one,
The days passed,
But the longings never diminished

Moments after moments
I died,
But my love for you lived
Rejections after rejections
Gave wings to my motivation
They landed some place afar from here

Nights after nights dawned
But the nightmares continued to last
Long after I had opened my eyes
Preacher after preachers
Gave their doctrines,
I was repulsed farther
From any religious entity

Pages after pages,
Were stained with my ink
But the mind never felt
Any relief
Words after words were said,
My heart still died thirsty

With an unfulfilled wish to seek
An understanding in someone's eyes

The red roses now lay
Dead on the ground
The violets have withered away
On the wings of wind,
The love that once was there
Will never be
The girl who I was,
Is lost to,
A ghost I never thought I'll see

The poetry pages
Now lay tattered
and torn on the floor,
The writer's pen is also gone
The ink running inside
his vein has dried,
Somewhere he is lost in his suffering and plight

There is a kind of lost
That is never found
A darkness so profound,
There is no scope for hope
A void so vast,
No sound can get through

The mirror now lays
Broken on the bed,
The broken reflections reflects the brokenness inside her heart
Being so young, she should not
But she already fell in love with the company
Melancholia brings

The dimly lit room,
Absorbs all the light the window lets in,
How much more breaths
Before he blends in,
And becomes one with the darkness
That surrounds him

He is not giving up,
but maybe he will give in,
It is so peaceful once
you hit the rock bottom
You can finally lay in peace
With no one calling out your name
No one calling out your name,
**With no care in the world
You can finally be