I finally understood
Newton's third law of motion.
To every action, there is
an equal and opposite reaction.

To every person you hurt
intentionally or not
karma makes sure
to get back at you.

What if i let go of the cliff edge
i've been holding on to
What if when i let go
I get lost in the chaotic wind
What if while flowing with the wind
i find a haven
What if the ocean falls in love with my haven
while trying to touch it, destroys it
What if my body gives in to these strong ocean waves
What if my badass soul just won't give up
stretches its wings and flies far far away

I am sitting by a shore
watching the waves come by and leave
I want them to touch me
dissolve me into tiny molecules
mingling and amalgamating
with each of theirs
dancing into a whole new universe
But the waves always miss me
By an inch
reminding me of all the things
i "just missed".

I am stuck in this never ending cycle
of wanting to talk to you and not wanting to. Constantly reminding myself
of the ways you ****** up my life.
you aren't what i pictured you to be.
While walking down the amnesia lane,
I stumbled upon a moment
when i was your everything
i got back on my feet and started walking again
reminding myself that it was all temporary.

I feel so safe in his arms that even if the world crumbled in pieces, i would be the only survivor.

Before meeting you
I didn't have any idea
Humans could carry so much hatred inside of themselves.
A hatred so intense, so ferocious
it could put the strongest demon
inside of me to shame.
There's this new bout of emotions
i didn't know my heart could inculcate.
You broke something inside of me.
Something which even a sunset can't fix.
Even Your memories are so worthless.
I throw them out and even the universe disagrees to accept it.

You are like the scar on my hand,
I've been trying to get rid of.
But it just seems to stay
No matter what i do
I hate it
I don't want it
I try to rub it off again
And my skin starts bleeding.

I've been bleeding out words
Realizing that its just a pointless scribble.
I've been reciting poems into the void
Hoping someone would decipher it.

The people around me compel me to go home
They tell me that i don't belong here
But this wind
This mysteriously blowing wind
Kisses my cheeks
Embraces every strand of my hair
Gently caresses my knuckles
And says 'don't let them dim the light that shines in your eyes'
And somehow i know that this place
this place,right here
is where i want to be!

If only i had known it was the last time, would we have made the goodbyes any better?
If only i had known it was the last time, would we have stayed a little longer?
If only i had known it was the last time, would we have made out in the last seat of the theatre?
If only i had known it was the last time,
would i have watched you closer?
If only i had known it was the last time, would i have listened carefully to your constant blabber?
If only i had known it was the last time, would i have stared right into your eyes and made you change your decision?
If only i had known it was the last time, would our little infinity have lasted forever?

I know not who you are
A delusional angel
Or a phantom devil
A potential catastrophe
Or a pocketful of sunshine
An oblivious beauty
Or a deliberate attempt
At hiding the scars
But whatever you are
Please be true
Because this heart
Has been shattered by few

Whenever i have questions
I look up at the sky
For the stars to lead my way
But today when i gazed up
The stars had formed a strange pattern
A question mark as it seemed to be
For the first time the sky was dazed
Not every question requires an answer
Not even, why you left and never looked back.

Almost
Such a terrible word
Shatters you into a million pieces
Takes every ounce of you
before being uttered
Takes you within a hair's breadth of the target
And then kicks you miles away
Makes you question the stars
Even when it was your fault all along
Creeps up in your mind
at the middle of the night
Like a robber
Leaving you behind to search
your hallways for answers
I was almost there
I was almost there and yet not.

We lay on a field of yellow stubble
Our legs swinging in soft water
Meeting occasionally
Butterflies in lower belly
Oh! The wonders of human touch.

Birds fluttering in the infinite blue
Erratic buzzing of bugs
Calming silence of autumn wind
Suddenly broken by his
"If i could pause time for an eternity
I'd do it right here with you in this moment."

I looked at him
His innocent eyes staring into the wide sky
Perhaps sending out unfeasible wishes
And then he held my gaze
And i realized how futile words were.

My finger travels on strings 
Like train on tracks 
Sometimes like a local train 
Stopping at every other fret 
And sometimes like some express
Covering a whole lot of distance 
Before pausing for a moment or two.

My fingers slide 
From one string to another 
From one fret to another 
In turn creating symphonies
Which are sometimes an ethereal bliss
And sometimes an unfathomable chaos 
Like creaky old wooden doors 
On warm humid days 

One hand keeps the strings chained 
While the other sets them free 
Setting into motion 
An oxymoronic event 
And myriad frequencies 
Reinforce on each other 
Forming melodies of utter finesse.

They say all your prized possessions
Leave behind scars
And so my fingertips carry calluses 
From this wine hued acoustic creature
Signifying battle wounds 
Which i'll always be proud of 
Aren't you?