hey stranger,
used to read your mind just like a book
and i am only as in love with you
as you can spare a look
hey disaster,
won't you go ahead and bring me down
because i have no use for feeling empty
guess i'll be seeing you around

what a beautiful, beautiful heartache
from such a radical, terrible mistake

but it's mine to keep and mine to love
because no one else can fill me up
i am so weak and vulnerable
but you only love me when i am strong
so i'll try to be strong.

hey lonely,
go ahead and rip my heart in two
you can take your toll on me
as long as i don't keep any of you
hey lovely,
i knew that you were a storm
but i continued to walk into you
like i hadn't been warned

what a beautiful, beautiful heartache
from such a radical, terrible mistake

but it's mine to keep and mine to love
because no one else can fill me up
i am so weak and vulnerable
but you only love me when i am strong
so i'll try to be strong.

The first crush she had
was unluckily me.

From beyond the specs
her eyes were sad
yet silently pleading
someone found them sweet too.

Braving all her shyness
she penned me three sentences
jotted with immature hands
dipped in the fountain of romance:

How are you. I'm fine. Love you.

That night I took them to the streetlight
and read like a whole long story.

I never replied.

I only wished
she read it right
at the turn of page.

The leaves groan
And fall down
From the bare boughs
In a pitiable abundance
Like a profusely weeping
Timeless wound
Forming a carpet
Of rusted blood beneath
The waning warmth
Of melancholic sunsets
Isn't enough to infuse
Life into them
And the soulless wind
Refrains from picking
Them up
Only mocks at their plight
Which it cannot
ever fully comprehend
Soon the blanket
Of a wintry frost
Will strangle the breath
Of their dying hopes
For forever and ever
And through a dreary mist
No one will ever know
That a season of
Unrequited longing
Has passed into
An unfillable emptiness

I dream of our
skins intertwined
Adorned with the
Sparkling stardust
Of forevers
But dreaming cannot
Change the reality
That we've become
Ghosts of who we once
Were to each other
Our silhouettes
Now dusted
In the dirt of
Unsaid goodbyes
And never evers

You have always
Closed your eyes
Amid the heavy gloam
Of starless nights
Only to see
stygian shadows
Ravaging your insides
Making you
bitterly cry
If you'd try to
Do the same
Under the glow
Of radiant sunlit dawns
Then perhaps you'll
Notice a difference
Perhaps you'll find
Those shadows
Receding under
The beaming sky
In their place
Perhaps you'll find
Some colours
Of the brightest shade
Swirling all around
And I don't really think
That this time
It'll make you
Bitterly cry

Who am i
I am a mote of sand
Shifting through
The winding dunes
Of time
I am a scratched leaf
Swaying under the
Whims of wind
Through the vast
Unending brows
Of forests
In this planet
I am a tiny
Drop of rain
Melding with the
Arterial waterways
Thus
I am an infinitesimal
Speck of life
Amid the infinite circle
Of an inordinately
diverse life
But how am i
I am alive
I can breathe
I can percieve
By myself
Independently
And this is the
Sole reason
Why i should aim
To be contented
With how
I exist
Isn't it

Even though the distance
Of light years between them
Will never subside
And will always remain
Interminable
But this has never stopped
The soft waves of cerulean
Seas and oceans
As well as their moonlit lover
From recognising and feeling
The gracious presence
Of each other
And joyfully confessing
their sparkling eternal love
To each other
Even in the absence of
Any means to ever
come close
Or touch each other