From the day I first met you
I knew you should be mine
We have the same crooked smile
And the same longing in our eyes

Poetry is just emotion distilled,
but before that, the cup must be spilled.
Passion and pain, must come and go,
before the poetry shall flow.

And when the world stops so still,
and it all becomes a frozen chill,
along comes emotion to thaw it out,
and then a ripple comes about.

And ripples grow to so much more
and so there is, poetry to adore.

A little hint of success,
After series of failure,
Single ray of light,
After the darkest night,
The last missing piece,
Of the unsolved puzzle,
A few moments to smile,
After quite a while,

A familiar face to see,
In a place new & unknown,
Someone else beside me,
After a long time of being empty,
Finding the true love,
After several breakups,
Peace to mind & soul,
After achieving life’s goal,

A sense of being incomplete,
Even being surrounded by great wealth,
All are the casual lies,
Hiding behind the innocent eyes.

The first night is always the hardest.
And you thought that maybe the second might be easier,
So will the following.

Perhaps you'll get used to it gradually
But that's not true.

It cuts deep every time you wake up,
Having to accept the reality all over again.
You're on a perpetual suicide
Except that you wake up instead of die.