It's when the lyrics started to make sense that I realised; poetry resides in your eyes.

He made love to my broken heart,
Sought a piece of paper
And scribbled my name on it like art.
He healed my bruising scars;
Kissed the faded wounds
And turned them into glimmering stars.
He taught me how to live,
To let go of sadness,
To give in and to forgive
He whispered promises to my soul
Made me sing along
A symphony that made me feel happy and whole.

Teach me something that no one knows,
A lesson that nobody ever wrote.
Teach me a love that yet remains to be explored.
An emotion, so infectious that it can never be cured.

I'm not who you think I am
I'm the demise of every noble man
I'm the tempest;
The storm that's brewing over an ocean of gasoline.
I'll burn you, yet you'll drown in the currents that I possess.
I'm not just the beautiful woman that you see.
I'm full of blunt curves and rough edges that'll cut you deep.
No sign of perfection reflects within me.
I'm not a goddess of love or peace.
I'm the antebellum that originates the war and grief
A massacre of destruction
Where the collateral damage has no restriction
A tangled mess of chaos and dreams
Nightmares that are spoon-fed to you in the disguise of peace.
I'm the darkness before the dawn.
The ominous calm that exists before the storm.
The vicious hunter that's looking for it's prey.
The calamity that'll result in a bloodbath of a raging hurricane.

I was miserable when you left.
I cried for hours and days.
But now what I feel is undoubtedly the most contradictory emotion I've ever felt,
I don't think I'll ever forget you.
You were my enchanting fantasy which abruptly ended on a sad note.
You were my first mesmerizing emotion of utter utopian devotion.
You were the drop of Jupiter that dripped upon my hair and left me wild.
You were the fire of the purest passion that burned me alive.
You invoked the deepest desires from the darkest corners of my mind.
You loved me when I considered the meaning of love as a waste of time.
You left me as if I was a pariah on the pedestal of a sacred shrine.
You disappeared like Houdini as soon as the lamp lost its light.
You abandoned me and vanished like a phantom, right out of my sight.
You were the myriad of perfection that seemed so lovely to be deceptive.
But when you left, it felt like a shard of glass ripping through my heart.
It hurt, and I screamed the most melancholic sound.
My devotion turned toxic and it spilled like acid on the ground.
Smoldered the memories of the best times and charred the symphony that my soul sang out.
So what I'm trying to say is that I don't think I'll ever forget you. Neither will I ever forgive you.
I'll think about you for the rest of my life. Till the day, the sky falls down and engulfs us in its light.

I wish I had the guts to speak what I had kept suppressed within me.
I wish I could tell the world that not everything in my life is as good as it seems.
But all I really do is keep silent and smile.
Bottling up the burden of emotions that I carry in my mind
I can taste the tears that are burning in my eyes,
I can feel the urge to let them drip down and cry,
I can sense the inevitable depression that is about to overcome my being.
I can feel the need to let out a scream.
I can hear the conflicting thoughts in my mind.
Contemplating the idea to suffer or commit a crime.
These thoughts turn into a whirlpool of rage.
As I pick up the lethal addiction that I had avoided for decades
The blade is still shiny as it was before
The reopening of old wounds never made me feel so sure.
The sharp edge scrapes the old scar that adorned my wrist
The blood flows out and provides an instant hit.
My mind floats in oblivion as I lose control
Slipping from the reality that I no longer wish to hold.

Murmur my name like a hymn on a Saturday night.
Heed no caution to the wind as I whisper to you in the form of a soft lullaby.
Let go of the thoughts that lay scattered on your mind.
Wipe off the insecurity that clouds your eyes
Kiss away the stubborn scars that adorn my spine.
And make me yours the way I made you mine.

It's the hue of innocence that shines,
The hint of mischief that lurks behind;
The passion to conquer
Is what reflects in his eyes.
It's the colour of the night sky.
It's the exact shade that seems dull yet bright,
But in the presence of the sunlight
It turns into a rich mahogany shade.
No, his eyes aren't blue, green or grey.
They resemble the colour that I love yet hate
It often looks like a blank space
Which absorbs every colour in it's wake
A vortex of darkness that lures my heart..
The colour which is sprawled all over my soul
The inky shade in the depths of his eyes,
Is where I find home.

If only you knew what loving me really means,
If only you knew that falling for me isn't a beautiful sight.
It's a painful process of watching me bleed.
As I cut down the ties that bind you to me.
As I rip out my heart and wear it on my sleeve.
As I crumble down upon the floor and weep.
Loving me will never be easy!
It'll be like an old ache that shakes you out of your reverie.
A sadness that's so hard to conceal.
It'll be a sin.
For I am the darkness that's always luring you in.
I'm the thunder,
I'm the rain that always comes pouring down on your happy days.
So, tell me darling, do you really think that you'll be able to survive the misery that I provide?
Or will you give up just like my old lover and leave me to die?

He was no sailor but he could navigate to the crimson shores of her heart.
Set an anchor deep down to the darkest corners of her soul.
And drown in the mysterious ocean that could swallow him whole.

Use your words to make me feel, an emotion that's beautiful yet surreal.
Your presence is the personification of flaws and perfection.
A simple contradiction that makes me feel alive.
I'm not an admirer you see, I'm just a reader who is dying to know your story.
You're a gorgeously dangerous mess of wicked and wild.
Yet, in your absence I feel like a lone scared child.
Your recklessness allures me to no end,
Your soft spoken words break through my defence.
You're not the poem that I've been dying to read.
Instead, you're like that fairytale which is so ordinary yet so unique.

Her lips refused to say what his heart yearns to hear,
Her silence screamed in the form of countless tears.
The unsaid words loomed heavily in the air,
A tangible pain that neither of them could bear.

He dances to the rhythm of her heartbeat.
He waltzes around to the sound of her breath.

She keeps distance and readies her stance,
As he dips her to the ground and twirls her back into his arms.

They dance for as long as their song can last
For they both know, once they're off the stage.. They'll always remain apart.

If you were to die tomorrow.
I swear to give you half my life.
So, if you were to die again.
Your story will end after mine.

The darkness that seeps through
The curtains of my mind,
The insecurities that claw out
From the inside.
The fear of abandonment
That pushes me to the extremes,
The solidarity of my thoughts
Makes me scream.
The friends that turned into foe..
And the enemies that turned into friends
This circle of life
Surprises me to no end.
The endless lies and promises
That they refuse to keep,
The easy replacement of my friendship
Still stings me deep.
The apathy that starts to grow
With each passing moment,
Makes me resolute to be numb
And to end this torment.

Smoke and musk and a bit of spice
That was the fragrance of the cologne
He was wearing that night.

Black background and shiny lights..
That's what I saw in his endlessly
Dark charcoal coloured eyes.

Smouldering fire and goosebumps in sight
That's what his hands
On my back felt like.

Electricity shooting up my spine
And rendering me paralysed
That's what I felt when his lips brushed mine.

I've made a resolution to have a heart of steel.
I won't let anyone see how vulnerable I can be.
I won't let them know that how I cry myself to sleep.
I won't let them see even a speck of the emotions that I feel.
I'll master the art of a poker face.
I'll play the role of a heartless ***** who lacks faith.
I'll let everyone else think of me that way.
But for you.. only for you will I ever even consider to tear down my facade.

You refused to pick up my calls.
You made every attempt to steer away.
But, what is my persistent heart supposed to do?
When you stole it's essence and drifted away.
You left a hollow heart that constantly echoes your name.

Never tell a writer that you'll love them forever.
For them, forever isn't a lie. The idea of infinite love isn't a myth.
They have the power to string your love affair with such words that it'd last an eternity.
The fairytales aren't just fables, they serve to represent the existence of magic.
Never question a writer's love for you.. you know why?
It makes us insecure. We get worried that you're not able to find yourself behind every sentence that we write.
For us, you're not just special. You're our wild muse. You spark the creativity within us. And if that's not the biggest compliment, then I don't know what is!
We writers are a complicated cosmo of chaos and dreams. There is a constant urge to write, but there is no muse.
So, Darling please don't burden your pretty little mind.. Your mere existence is the reason as to why we write.

There's a hint of devil in her innocent eyes.
There's a dangerous smirk lurking behind her cute smile.
She looks like a dark angel with tattoos all over her skin.
Casting an ominous shadow all over the beautiful things.

His voice was my ultimate salvation.
And his silence was my eternal downfall.
His arms were my safe haven.
And his hatred was my own personal hell.

My soul wears
the black veil
and dances with
the demons in
the dead of the night.

Love is the most desired form of tragedy.

Don't overlook my complexity.
Chaos is what makes me unique.
In this disguise of a beauty.
I hide a maniac within me.

Try not to steal my heart.
For its not up for sale.
Try not to free my soul.
Before its too late.

You'll run in circles of mayhem.
If you figure out who I am.
I'm not someone you're likely to meet.
Because I'm just a spectre in your dreams.

I'm the indecipherable sphinx.
That has no clues or hints.
Something that is physically there
But doesn't really exist.

Once you meet me..
You won't be able to forget.
For I am that mysterious stranger,
Whom you can never get out of your head.

You're like the shadow of my soul.
Something that isn't there.. but I wish existed.
You're like the star dust
Something that's so ordinary yet so beautiful.
You're like the vast ocean of turbulent currents.
Crashing against me as I sit against the rocks.
You're like the never ending dream
A dream from which I refuse to wake up from.
You're like the treasure at the rainbows end.
A beautiful waterfall of colors that floats in the air.
See.. My words don't make much sense..
But the feelings that you ignite within me are so intense.
The sound of your voice is enough to make me trip and fall into the abyss of your love.

Words come quite easily to me. But whenever I'm trying to write about you... I feel inadequate.
I take pride in being a writer, the notorious person who makes magic with the pen and the paper.
But you render me helpless.. With no words to rhyme.
Do you see, The kind of effect you have over me?
You are turning a poet's life into a poetry.

Isn't it sad, how the waves in the ocean build themselves up to crash against one another and then subside... How they meet only for a second and then die?

The heart of darkness that beats within me,
The soul of a gypsy that haunts the places, that no naked eye can see..
The hopeful rays of the sun, that cast a shadow upon you and me,
Are the things that I wish remain here for eternity.

Dear Nobody,
See, writing your name or addressing you with anything but nobody hurts me so much that I can't even explain it in words.
That teal blue dress that you once wore
Still hangs in my closet as a reminder of the good days
The days that I destroyed because of my selfish motives.
I was scared, you know, I was worried that you'll leave me.
Abandon me in this lonely world full of people.
I wanted you with me for eternity. For as long as I possibly could have you.
I wanted you with me despite all the odds. I did everything to make you stay. I cried, because I thought that I could keep you here but I was wrong.
I was being so selfish that I never realised that I had started to suffocate you.
I'm sorry for what I did. I repent it each day. And I hope that you're happy with your new life.
I know you'll find someone else in your life.. you'll be the sunlight in someone else's dark night.. I'll try to move on but I know that I'll fail.

I crave love, the way a poet yearns for his muse.

No fancy cars or restaurants can lead to the gates of my heart.
But a simple honest gesture in the form of words can make my soul dance with joy and wonderment.
So tell me.. am I worth the effort?
No grand proposal or a luxurious dinner date can make me love you.
But a night spent gazing at the stars with nothing but silence surrounding us can make me fall for you.
Will you lay down in silence and think about those celestial bodies?
I don't ask for much you see... I just want your company. Don't mistake me for a low maintenance person. Because I'm not. But I'm not a high maintenance either. I'll demand your attention. I'll crave for your affection.
You may shower me with those exquisite presents but don't.. not even for a second think that they'll have any affect on my feelings towards you.
I'm a woman of my free will. Neither your wealth nor your expensive price tagged gifts can make me fall in love with you. Give me your love. Devote your time. I'll return it with an abundant love and grant you with the opportunity to be the love of your life.

On these lonely nights of boredom,
As the clock strikes a quarter past one
Her heavy heart burns with an unnamed emotion
As the tears come undone.

She listens to those gloomy songs and wonders why?
Why does she feel so lonely in walls of her home?
Why do people leave her when they promised that they won't?
Why is life so unfair when she has been so good?
Why didn't she grasp the opportunity when she could?

All these questions burden her pretty little mind.
And she loses herself to a dream-less sleep of some kind.
If only someone could make her realise.. that she doesn't need a shoulder to rise.
She is herself capable of winning and escaping from the mayhem in her life.

You fell in love with her words.
You let her walk into your life.
You thought that she is just a harmless girl with a cute smile.
If only you had paid a close attention to her,
You'd know that she has a tendency to use her words in the form of a knife.

You thought that just because I'm a woman, I must be like a pretty delicate flower.
That needed to be sheltered and cared for.
That could get withered if someone even dared to pluck a petal.
But what you thought was wrong.
Yes, I'm just like a flower.
A flower... that is so rare that you won't be able to resist the temptation to take a better look..
And as soon as you get close you'll realise that the beauty was all but an illusion.
I'm a wild flower, so toxic that I'll burn you like acid.

She claimed to have a black heart which was devoid of any emotions. But she still had a heart even though it was dark.
Then you came along with your set of crayons. Tried to colour her in your favourite shade.
But since her heart was black there wasn't much that you could do. Still you were persistent and continued to colour her in a different hue.
As you scraped the crayon across her heart, you realised that some blood had started seeping through.
But you were so blinded by the joy of knowing that the inky colour could be removed that you stabbed her heart and left her body to turn blue.

He had been in love with her all his life,
But she had a heart as cold as ice.
He wished to melt down the frozen barrier,
And burn her alive with his endless desire.

You left me burning in the agony of our love.
But I collected those ashes and preserved them shut.
Buried the bottle of our memories under the willow tree.
And watched in awe as a small sapling broke free.

The soul of a writer is as tormented as the clash of tides in the sea.
There is an ongoing battle between what is right and what is wrong.
The writer's mind experiences an unexplainable turmoil of raging emotions.
There is no escape from the cages that surround the heart except for writing... writing till the words bleed with truth.
Till the colour of the ink becomes the colour of their soul.

And the clouds echoed his name
As they came pouring down in the form of rain.
They dripped down upon her face
And kissed her tears away.

She caught her breath and released a woeful sigh.
As she began to realise..
That even in death, he refuses to let her suffer
And end her life.

Never fall for a damaged person because they'll lure you in. They'll captivate you with their mysterious past.
They'll tell you that they're broken beyond repair and then you'll make every possible effort to prove them wrong.
They'll scream, they'll yell, they'll howl, they'll yelp. . but somehow you'll become the cure for their pain.
You'll fix them up and believe that it's a permanent change. But their demons cannot be suppressed for long.
Their aura will always allure you and you'll end up being the victim.
Intentionally or unintentionally you'll fall in love with someone who feels nothing but numb.
And this vicious cycle will continue.. because now you'll become the broken person and someone else will fall in love with you.

Love is indeed the most tragic form of art.

You are my unfinished poetry.
The only poetry that I refuse to complete.

Dearly beloved,
You once asked me how deep my love is for you. I never answered.
You see.. I wasn't sure.. whether you would like what I say. I didn't want to overwhelm you with my reply.
I'm a possessive soul.
I can't share what is mine. You may call me selfish.
That's okay.
If being selfish means having you all to myself.. then yes I'm the most selfish person on this planet.
As for my answer, my love for you cannot be measured. It's unfathomable, boundless and unrestricted. There is no depth to my love for you. There is no end to it. Nothing will ever be able to suffice how much I adore you...

I tried to forget you.. but everywhere I go,
I see glimpses of you... Drinking coffee in our favourite cafe, Smoking cigarettes out on the streets. Sometimes I hallucinate that you are sitting on the passenger seat right next to me, stealing glances.
I know I sound crazy, but what am I supposed to do?
I often wake up crying after having vivid dreams of how we meet again.. in some other time, some other place, some other life. I cry because I wake up.. I never want to wake up from a dream that you're a part of.
I know you're not here anymore, you are somewhere far out of my reach yet, I always feel that you're around me. I don't feel your absence. It's like, your shadow follows me as if it's my own.

If only you let me share your burden,
I swear I'll shun all your demons away.
If only you let me close to your heart,
I promise to kiss away your pain.
If only you let me see your naked soul,
I swear to be the devotee of your name.

The greatest grief for a writer is to lose the connection with the pen and the paper.

She is just going.. going places.
She is leaving without any traces.
She is aimlessly travelling in search for something.
Like a vagabond, she is just wandering.
Try not to stop her, because she is actually falling.
Falling in love.