I knew I was looking, It took me time to realise I was searching.
My eyes now have a brain of its own, they look for nothing but you.

Each click marks the beginning and the end.
Every one I see are in past continuous.

You fare thee well only to those you wanna see again.
I hope to come back soon enough.
This is, good bye.

I m ten foot beneath,
Far away from light,
drowning deeper,
Struggling for breath.
If feeling lost,
is like falling,
I ve reached the beds,
To the ocean of nowhere

I don't know how,
If the sound of my heart troubles me,
I believe,
yours will ease the fear
and soothe me.

Into the dense canopy of a bamboo forest.
It smelt of spring on the summer leaves.
A silence accompanied our little stroll,
Each word we spoke came back as an echo.
A full moon looked down on us, the breeze blew bringing hints of muted snow.
I leaned Onto your shoulder and thought "this was too good to last"

I was good at being good.
Then somehow it all fell apart.
I either felt too tight
Or,
They thought I was'nt right.
Either way, I m no longer what I used to be.

I sit by the window of my train,
There's a sweet lullaby of screaming kids,
They keep me awake.
I look out, not stargazing, not seeing,
Unaware of what to look

There is one constant though, through the shifting scence.
The sway remains constant,
it keeps moving, all through the way.

Sweet enough to sway this dear train, she tried rocking me to sleep.
Failed to however lure me into sweet clutches of slumber.

Thus passed one other long trip where the surroundings smudged and smeared like memories from a summer dream.

Perhaps we re all diamonds.
Hurt to beauty,
breath-taking eventually.

She looked me in the eye and gave me a grin.
She held me by my arms and said listen.
I pressed my ear to her tummy and heard a weird rhythm.
I looked up with wide eyes as if to question.
She hugged me and said "say hello you're having a sister!"
I remember squealing in joy,
here we are six years later,
she s grown up so much,
to be an imp now,
May I add?
the most entertaining one.

If being in pain is scary,
letting the world see what,'s on your head is worse.
A regular battle between the dearest brain and heart.

I whispered not to him but to myself,
"Your the best of what I have close to truth"
He heard me raised his eyebrows and replied
"Well, I love you"

I know I m bound to fall.
And, when I fall I shall break.
But when I m up I m sure,
You ll be there.

The thing about being alone is,
That's exactly what you wanted.
And, When they leave you be,
You don't really like it.

I know forever is a longtime.
And that happy endings are for Disney,
But I really want you.
Just you, Forever

I m not sure which is worse.
You lying because you can't say the truth and then getting judged for it
Or
telling the truth and then getting burnt by the weight of it.

She stood before the mirror.
Her face had no scars as such.
Her heart did.