The crazy things we did
The late nights we had
The days we shared
And the things we had
So real it was, it sparkled
So out of the world it seemed
And just like the movies looked
A reminiscence of the past
A reminder of what is
And a vision of what shall remain

Ever wondered what it seems
When the world aligns in one's favor
when things are right
Just to  disalign
As perfect becomes imperfect
As Like cosmics attract
Yet  alike
So the very compass of life be destroyed
That uttered sense makes no sense.

Her name spelt out doom
With a chaotic beauty
That Loomed  in thoughts.
A complex crafty bomb-in self destruct,
In my  dreamy  world
Brought to live by law of attraction
In a place  unheard of .

As the season of warmth approaches
As the appointed day draws neigh  
That day on which him who I call saviour cometh
In readiness my heart accepts
In fear my spirit remains
In doubt my mind wanders
Into trembling my body goes
Yet complete I feel
For in him was I made whole

Our call might end
Our time together,
Might end
But our tie
Like space and time
Will never end.

She was a Filthy dreamer
That defiled flesh
A Tree whose fruit withereth
Twice dead
Plucked up by the roots.
                                          -Wordfugitive

I am a soul burning with fire,
a never ending flame
A heart filled with persistence
with passion untamed
Sugar coated my words are but only a whisper of sweet lies remain
With scars of a story untold
I your hopeless romantic promise to love no one else the same.

In tears I write
Sad my heart is
Lost I constantly find myself
Racing my thoughts go

She was one of those rare types
I called her a beautiful, frightened mess
A soul reaper she was
Yet so fragile at heart
With an intriguing *****
So tender to touch
a mouth filled with words unclear
Sweet nothings that enflame
Sweet touches that ignites
Too wise for lies
In my illusions she remains

The feeling of your skin
Against mine
Just like chemical bond
It remains
Our love that of a story foretold
And just like
Two divided by zero
Is illogical
So is my world without you.

Although harmless it appears
it remains the start of something new
And yet the end of something good

Powerless it seems
it remains the reason behind so many tears
Soothing to the ears they are
Yet heartbroken has it left many

We must always  remember the secret untold
Lest we forget its comforts
Which in dark times past have brought hope

A writers one true inspiration comes from within
An inbuilt desire to pen down emotions
That their breath in form of words
Draw life into existence
Just like in the days past.