I'll be an unstoppable force when I'll immortalise your name on a piece of paper that nobody can destroy. The entire world will know about you. Even when you'll no longer be mine. They will know just how radiant your smile is, how beautiful and full of depth your eyes are, how heart wrenching it was for me to see you cry and how much we loved each other as we planned to pen down the saga of our times.
Just remember, no matter what, no matter where, you'll always and forever hold the pen through which I'll bleed, till the ink runs dry.

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

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.

Winter emerges, as I grief for something that was forcefully taken away from me.
I'm the one who rises from the sea,
I control the currents; the waves thrash with the mere mention of my name.
The earth tremors at my wake.
I'm not made up of angelic grace,
I have thunder brewing within my veins.
Don't be fooled by my innocent face,
I may appear harmless but I was born tainted with the blood of Hades.
I seek no redemption, for I'm the judge who sits on the grand pedestal.
My violence knows no bounds,
It shoots and kills
And in this game, no survivors are allowed
So my blood reeks of vengeance
And my soul seethes,
As all the gory deeds and sacrifices fuel up my needs.
I'm the chaos, the primordial entity that brought you into being.
None of the gods can ever catch me, for I'm just a mirage,
I appear to be close but I'm always far out of reach.

There's a sorrow in my soul
That I wish to share
But it's hiding behind its own curtain of despair.

I was up all night
Wondering what sadness tastes like;
Smooth as honey with a pinch of spice,

As it drips down the throat,
And settles like acid
Burning the intestines.

He told me what regret looks like:
Heartache and gut-wrenching cries.
I knew, it's misery that resides in his eyes;

Crouching in the corner
Ready to pounce,
Biting into the neck,
As the blood spills out

Scraping old wounds,
Blurry sight.
A closet full of skeletons,
With penance on the mind.

Loss smells a lot like Christmas.
Family gathering around
Sharing memories of a lifetime.

Photographs from 1989,
Same old letters
Scattered around the desk.

People talk about what could be
Heaven and Earth,
And everything in between.

Deceit sounds a lot like a dream
You get out of one,
And fall into another as you sleep.

Shards of glass
Ripping through the spine
As shame builds up a shrine.

Desperation feels a lot like home
You float in the air,
As you cling onto hope.

Somedays are better;
Somedays are worse
But what remains

Is a lesson that has been left unheard.

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.

Their love was a disaster.
Her life was like a destructive tornado,
His life was like an erupting volcano.
Both had their personal baggage to bear
Each believed, that they were broken beyond repair.
But, that was the beauty of their love,
They were twin flames meant to extinguish one another.

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.

They danced in the moonlight,
To the beats of their hearts,
Lost in each others eyes,
As the world tried to rip them apart.
Their souls waltzed in a different realm,
Dancing in a place faraway, from the mortal world.
They swayed to the songs,
Played by the bright stars.
No sound was made,
Everything that was left unsaid,
Was spoken through the glances and smiles.
Their love united them,
Like the constellations in the sky.

How to define the word that doesn't require any sort of explanation?
Love isn't the word I'm talking about, if you thought so then you're certainly mistaken.
How do I define the emotion that is known as devotion?
Because thats what I feel when I look at his face which is sculpted with perfection.
His eyes shine with hope like the one that emnates from a beacon
His embrace feels no less than being in haven
He smiles a goofy smile with reckless abandon
His very existence is my biggest addiction
The moment he says something I melt and drown in compassion
Yet, I find it so hard to admit it all to him in the form of a confession
In my mind, he creates all sorts of confusion
And in my heart he happens to be the reason behind my constant contradiction.

Now that the sun has finally set,
And the moon shall no longer rise.
The moth will drift away from the flame;
The prophet knew that this friendship won't survive.
Memories that turned into ashes and flew away with the wind,
Treacherous betrayal often hurts more than the sharp end of a knife.
Broken promises and white lies, no more secrets left to exchange,
Except for a heavy heart that'll cherish the past till the end of time.

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.

I wonder where you got lost. You said that you'll be back soon. I look for you in every new face that I see. It's been more than a year and yet I cling onto some hope. I wish to catch a glimpse of your smile. But I see you no more.
Behind the shadows of my anxiety, I hide. Thinking what did I do so wrong that you decided to leave without saying a goodbye.
Did I overwhelm your soul? Was my love for you so heavy and *******? Did it suffocate your life? Made you feel like a prisoner trapped in the chains that I hold?
Or was it something else? Something that I cannot decipher, because when I fell in love with you, I thought we'll be bound forever.

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.

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.

She never uttered the three words his heart yearned to hear..
She never voiced out the word 'love' because, She never wanted to give a name to the bond that they shared.
Yes , they were attracted to each other like a moth was attracted to a flame.
But no, she didn't believe that a small word like 'love' would suffice explaining the connection between them.
Their relation was as delicate as the petals of a flower.
Their link of friendship was as beautiful as the first warm rays of the sun .
She liked to call it Magic!

There are things that are better left unsaid; like when I asked you to leave, you left, even though the tears brimming in my eyes were begging you to stay.
When the door closed shut behind you, I had to swallow the lump down my chest, get a hold over my emotions and carry out with my daily routine without a mere mention of your name.
And then, do you know what I did at night? When the house was empty and only the moon could witness my vulnerability from the open window, I decided to let it all out. Once and for all. I cried till my cheeks started burning because of all the tears that I harshly wiped off. I wanted to torture myself so I replayed the memory of you leaving over and over again in mind. I howled in pain while clinging onto your old favorite tee shirt which I gifted to you on your last birthday.
I tried to calm myself so I brushed my fingers through my hair, like you used to whenever I was anxious. No medicine could compare to the magical power that your warm touch possessed.
And the next morning I found myself lying on the floor with a broken bottle of whiskey. The broken shards of glass seemed so appealing. But I knew self harm wasn't an option so I tried to stand up and get ready for the day. I went to work, my friends made a jib about how my hair looked funny, they had no idea that you left and it was me who had asked you to leave. I couldn't control my emotions so I left for home.
But even at home I felt homeless. I couldn't control the tears, and I cried harder than I did on the night before. My plan of not shedding another tear for you failed miserably. I opened my phone gallery and clicked on my favourite picture of yours and talked to the inanimate object. Begging and pleading you to come back.
I guess your absence is nothing but my penance. Something that I must suffer silently and all alone.

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.

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?

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

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.

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.

The words that I once wrote upon your soul have merged with your skin and bones.
Now the poetry flows through your veins and it's poet remains unknown.

I'll tear off my wings and yet learn to fly
I'll drink the elixir from the holy grail
And turn it into poison and wine.
I'll kiss the sun and convert it into a ball of ice
I'll **** the reaper that dares to take you away from my life.

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.

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.

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

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.

You've traced the scars that line up my arms.
You've kissed those streaming tears away.
You've made love to the rhythm of my soul.
Stolen my heart and held me in your warm embrace.
You've pricked yourself over my rough edges and blades.
You've adorned my hands with yours.
And now, You've weaved the letters of your name on the canvas of my soul.

The feelings that I hide, the words that often leave my lips dry.
The stinging tears that flow down from my eyes.
They all recite your name.

You're my personal contradiction
Because you wish to possess my soul
Yet, you refuse to call it yours.

And I'll burn like a thousand suns to make you realise, the love that I harbour for you isn't based on lies.

Would you dare to flirt with the tempest as it swallows everything in sight?
Thrash around with the current that resides in his eyes?
Drown yourself to bottom of the sea, lose your senses as everything turns eerie?
Fall and rise just like the tides, as he commands the storm with an ominous twinkle in his eyes?
No hold over reality,
No control over the mind.
You have succumbed to the tantalizing darkness that had started to crawl up your spine.
You fell in love as he smeared the gasoline over the path that will lead you to your demise.
He brought out a lighter and offered you the chance to burn,
Slowly with agony you start to squirm, afraid that he'll send you to a place from where you won't be able to return.
Now.. Would you dare to date the devil as he stares right into your eyes?
Takes you out to dance at the dead of the night just to possess your body and leave you to die?

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.

Things have changed, I'm aware of it. But I wonder, what do you feel when she calls out your name. Does your face light up like that of a child on a Christmas morning? Does your heart skip a beat when she looks at you with all the love unleashed?
Does she cook you your favorite meal on Saturday mornings? A loaf of bread with a sunny side up and some bacon and fries?
Do you look at her with the same intense passion with which you looked at me?
I remember how I used to get weak in the knees whenever you kissed me. Does she react the same way?
Does she call you lover or babe, or does she, just like me, calls you by some funny nickname? Does she hold your hand like a child that is learning to walk for the first time? Does she play you her favorite songs on the guitar every night to help you fall asleep? I know I used to do that, and also I know that highway to hell doesn't really work as a lullaby. But you used to look at me with so much of love and joy. I wonder if you look at her the same way. Does she cry when a dog in some movie dies? Does she enjoy watching horror movies at night? Does she surprise you the way I used to? Placing sticky notes on the wall, and leaving love notes next to your pillowcase.
Does she write your name in the form of poetry? I doubt that. Because once you've been loved by a writer, you won't chase someone who is fascinated by the written word.
The thoughts that reached my pen, they escape from her lips everyday. And it's funny, that it is exactly what took you away.

I wear my thoughts on my skin, till the blood spills out and the ink sets in. I rise from the open grave which nobody tried to cover because they were too afraid Of the monstrosity that hid deep beneath the surface. I’m not made of delicate flowers and intricate leaves I’m made of blood and flesh and all sorts of gory deeds. I need no saving for I’m not damsel, I’m just a woman who is about to build her own castle.

I wish to paint you with words,
And write about you with feelings
But I fail to depict the depth that exists in your eyes.
So, I capture the moment by photographing every move that you make.
I scrutinize every small detail
Of how you laugh and how you smile
How the colour of the sun reflects in your eyes,
How the smell of coffee gets you happy and enticed.
How the sound of my voice makes you feel alive.
I photograph you in black and white;
To bring forth the kind soul that lies inside
I study every aspect in your life,
As if you're the subject of my never ending strife
I illustrate your passion in perfect light,
Emphasise on how your breath hitches as you sing along your favourite lines..
I trace the image with quivering hands and critical eyes
Admiring your toothy grin and your crazy hairstyle.
I compile the pictures and bring the masterpiece to life,
Leave you with a Thank You note without saying Goodbye.
For you weren't just my temporary muse or a beautiful yet fleeting view in sight
You were the eternal moment of ethereal bliss forever stored in my mind.

Possessing a soul like a selfish thief.
Holding it close and never letting it leave.
That's what it's like to be loved by me.

Such a shame it is,

To be a writer.

We feed on sorrow and pain

We romanticize the tragedy

And live off on the agony

Angst is what fuels our days

Love is something we love to illustrate

Through magical words

Which are written in calligraphy across pages

Heartbreaks become our muse

Lover’s betrayal becomes our passion

We claim to devote our time to writing

When the truth is that we are constantly just fighting!

Living in a mental battlefield

Where the conflicting thoughts

Trigger our rage and grief.

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.

Love is the most desired form of tragedy.

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.

Out of all the things that I said and the words that I left unsaid,
Somehow, somewhere I ended up confessing my love for you.

What if I tell you that all his words were based on a lie, and you were just a silly little girl who was prolonging an inevitable goodbye.

We live in a world full of people who lack humanity.

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.

I'm a writer,

But what if I tell you that I'm losing my identity? It's been a few months and I feel that I'm slowly losing my ability to write.
I always considered myself a poet. But now, I feel like a dictionary with thousands of blank pages. With no definition and no sense of reason.
And I'm scared.
How will you ever love me now?
You fell in love with me because of my words, didn't you?
They always stirred some sort of emotion within you. Something that you tried so hard to hide. But whenever you read the poems that I wrote, your armor cracked.
What if I tell you that writing had slowly turned into a burden? Baggage that has now become too heavy for me to carry all alone. I realized a while back, how I pushed myself to write just to connect with you. To let you know how I'm suffering. I expressed all my agony through those words. I wrote about how, all those words, that had once been a blessing now seem like punishment.
You called that mad rambling of words, 'Beautiful.' You were too blind to see how this pain was consuming me. So, once again I forced myself to down the poison that you thought, tasted like an age-old wine.

Darlin, the words have abandoned me, and now so did you.