If you ever think of pulling out of the match,
Don't tell the coach,
Don't throw away your suits,
Carry your body out,
And don't wave at your messmates,
Go to your house,
In the dark of your room,
Soak your muckender,
Pull up your sleeves,
And sop up to the field.

I promise,
It was better while we waited,
When we were unaware of the end,
At least, for then,
We would smile and grieve,
Look at us now,
Corpses trying to breath,
Clutching on our breaking bones,
In this bleak space,
Where its standard to chuckle at pain,
You can feel the ossified agitation,
The unheard mutters of dark horses,
Who've for ages faced the harrow,
Rode on Excruciation,
And charming on blown over times,
While praying for better days.

If I ever talk of my tussle,
Please don't untangle your sleeves,
I might lose myself in the trap within,
I might wanna trust a human,
And I won't want that.

I might wanna warm in your arms,
Like I did, unaware, there were arms,
I might wanna lean on your shoulder,
Like I did and it was colder,
Don't have me counting on ur edges.

I don't wanna blink one more time,
I don't wanna break my heart in two,
I don't wanna cast in doubt,
I don't wanna curse and curse,
You're human;I know how it goes.

I'm building up a wall,
And I'll paint it in smiles,
I want it colourful for the leps,
Glimmering for the kings,
And strong for the thugs,
So that my lie mustn't collapse.

Ridiculous, how she sits at the corner,
You wouldn't notice her,She's dark as the nights;
She has been holding on to her glass,
Probably it's the champagne, she's afraid, will run out,
And like it always happens, no one will buy her some drink,
But only those who desire to tear her down.

I turn on the radio,
And its her voice in my mind,
She talks of the number of times,she's been broken down,
Torn apart and stumped on,
She wonders why, she has always been chosen last,
And why the precision of frustration.

Her heart, a quiver,
I guess she's glued to her glass,
To conceal the lances in her heart,
I turn the volume on,
And this time round,
She hates herself,
But afraid not to live.

She masks up every time, I hit her up,
I can tell from the hypocritical glare,
The world has taught her to eat up her grief,
And break glasses in her room,
I wonder what she does in the dark corner of the pub,
I guess it's worse, when she gets to the yard On a Monday.

I am writing this,
To that one kid,
Who sits behind the class,
Tears the pages of his books,
And begins to make patterns,
He himself cannot comprehend,
I was told of the number of times,
You cried yourself to sleep,
I know what you crave for,
But I dreamt,
You should wake up,Build up
And get out of your head,
That is not your place,
I wonder for how long,
You will soak in your pages,
How many poems will you have to write?
How many notes will you have to write and tear?
How many arts will you have to draw?
I thought,
Perhaps, you could breath and write on my palm,
Let me be your book, to vent your anger on,
I've had my heart killed, and I know how it feels,
I can't count the therapies, I had to undergo,
And I remember, they thought I was a ******,
I kept questing my sanity,
But I was sure I was OK,
And so when you click OK to my page,
I promise, it's OK not to be OK.

In case I died on the roads,
I pray it rains and washes my blood,
To erase the awful memories,
And seal the pain I went through.

In case I die on my bed,
I pray you find me smiling,
Like I still lived,
So to seal the pain I went through.

In case I die in the parks,
I pray the vultures eat the flesh,
So, I no longer exist,
And to seal the pain I went through.

In case I die in the waters,
I pray the blue covers the red,
And the waters carry me to a beautiful island,
So to seal the pain I went through.

In case I die in the battlefield,
Tell the world I did my best,
Put all badges on my chest,
So to seal the pain I went through.