An outcast ve become
                For loving you this much
        An outcast I've become
           Amidst my friends now foe
An outcast I've become
       With mockery eye that feeds on me
And criticizing fingers
             That poke my face
An outcast I've become
         For loving you that much

Though,I mind not to be an outcast
Amidst friends who gaze at me
With side eye
Their stares could lift me over the bridge of doom
If I'd been light weighted in heart for you
Or the strength your love gives me
Had not been willed from within
Maybe,just maybe
The hole they had dug
Would swallow me deep
As I surrender to their claims
Cos an outcast
I will be
       As long as we remain bond
An outcast is Me
For loving you much more...

An utter shame in a cloudy storm
Awaits the accursed crew
Of lustful men

Who prey in unison in search of whom to devour
They re like a loosed soul,wandering in a sphere
Cage of lunacy

Woe!
Unto that man of no little standard
For in the midst of his foes
At the center square of the market squad
A disgraceful rain awaits his stiffened spirit
His ends chained with the fabrics of sorrow

Listening to
   The lyrics of my heart
The solo starting with
A trending rhythm

A rhyme,
Only your name created
Reaching out for me
In my darkest blue

Turning me around
With the tenderness of
Your arms
My heart swells
High in aspiration
The lyrics that flows from yours
Awaken the dead mine
Cloning my scars
A sore that once hurt
Like a feet on broken glasses


Your love
Is my friendship
That we set to music
Your love
Is like a milk
Poured on my waffle

To you
I will my heart
To another
I wouldn't dare
Cos your love
Seek only the best of me
Pulling out the rarity of my soul

Nothing will matter more
In this world
And even in the next
In the third "next"
If it were

Because,only the melody my heart sings
Is the echoes of ur name lyrics.

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A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It's the tears that trickle with radiance through words.
     It's a treasure trove that hides but longs to
     be found.
          It's a book shelved high that wants to
          be read.
               It's the freest of all birds caged but
               unbound...

A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It doesn't beat to the capable strokes of the artist.
     It doesn't pump in the most vibrant of
     colours.
          It doesn't wield a paintbrush to
          translate its thoughts.
               But it can see through the eyes of
               painters...

A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It doesn't conform to the conventional parameters of lyrics.
     It doesn't bind itself to the requirements
     of musical harmony.
          It doesn't follow the conventions of
          genres.
               But it sings its voice loud without
               restrictions of melody...

A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It's an open secret, that whispers in metaphoric codes.
     It's an exploding universe, that merges
     back into galaxies.
          It's a sought after painting, that boasts
          of unfathomable beauty.
               It's an everlasting song, that echoes
               within the poet that embodies...

A tale my heart can feel as I say
Its sweet savor heals me completely
The excitement that flowed through my vein
As I hurriedly filled in the highway bus
That Moved  swiftly with the  buzzling of the busy street
My heart flows in relief
Knowing that,
The star that makes it merrier
Is getting nearer


The day flows in
Like every other day"
People would say
But to me,
It taste a bit more different
The sun sets earlier
A sign of a brighter day
I predicted
Felt the laughter of
The tree
The whispers of the grass
The bird chirps were inaudible
All gave out their  autograph


As the young day grew older
The merrier my heart went further
The flows that beats my heart
Grew louder at the sight of him

A warm embrace,
A deep stare that lits him up
And the mouthing of his whispers
"You're beautiful*
Melt my cheek with a pink blush
Couldn't control the smile
That flows freely
Unable to end..

The fun we had
Can't be compared
To the merries that follows
The laughters,
The games that brought much giggling
Those moments
That buried my worries
And the love making
That felt all new...

All but all
Gave me
A happy Valentine

Its exactly 1095 days ago..
When the love I knew flee from my path
The sweet rhythm turned sour
As my heart bolt out through the door
Leaving no trail to follow

A miserable me turn apart
Laying helpless with no heart
The warmth of the weather
Felt freezingly cold
And the comfort of the night
No longer suits

I could remember my dreams turning into a wild mare
And even the cool siesta
Was all itchy
My smooching pillow grew thorns

In my miserable self
In all broken mirror
Picking up my pieces in no piece
Trying to plaster the remnant of me
Just 1095 days ago

It all seems like the world will end in no good time
But in my remembrance of this days
I'd found myself lost within
The tick of it tide

And now,
The love that is sure been replaced
Is back
Knocking at the same door it bolted out
Through
Just 1095 days ago