Her eyes reflected the tragedy she endured
She struggled daily to escape this hell hole
Her pain, was evident through the tears that rolled down her cheeks
Her cries were capable of making the strongest person weep.

She often wondered why...
Why was she so unfortunate to deserve such a fate?
Why she was not capable to give up on her life?

She burned in agony
She screamed in pain
She yelped for help, But no one came to her aid.
She was fed up but was still clinging onto some hope.

She tried to fight.... Oh how hard she tried to hold onto her life.
But he took everything away..
He stripped her from her innocence, caged her freedom and destroyed her pride.
And one unfateful day.. He even took her life.

One day, in broad daylight
He entered the house, staggering towards her with a knife.
He stabbed her, not once but twice.
Cursing her that she was reason people looked at him with spite.

He forced her into such a dark place where it's impossible to survive.
Her once porcelain skin turned scarlet.
Her struggle to survive, ceased to exist.
She was put out of her misery.
She was put out of her pain.

If only the people had believed her cries.
If only they had offered to help her fight.
Maybe.. just maybe She would still be alive.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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

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.

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.

For you, I'd do anything and everything to make you understand the gravity of the words that I'm about to say,
For you, I would pluck down the beautiful white orb from the sky because I have seen you admire the moon every night.
For you, I'd paint the entire world on the back of your hand because I know traveling is a passion that you can't get out of your head,
For you, I'd burn the entire world down in flames to revive the hope that died within you when you lost the game.
For you, I'd mold an entire cluster of infinities to provide you with an ocean of endless opportunities,
For you, I'd defy all the odds and beat death at its own game just to spend another day in your arms.

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.

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.

You promised me paradise,
And gifted me hell .
I thought you were an angel..
But you proved to be the devil himself.
You poisoned my mind,
You cursed me with words,
Which used to cut like knife.

You abused me night after night,
You left me broken and tattered,
Begging and praying for someone to save my life.
You thought that these wounds won't heal?
You thought that this pain was enough to ****?
Well you were wrong.

You broke my heart.
You crushed my pride.
But look at me, I continue to survive,
You hurt my body,
You destroyed my life.
But I still stand on my feet,
Like a warrior about to strike.

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.

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.

He was the pen and I was the paper.
And together we wrote the most beautiful love letter.

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.

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.

Each day I wake up wondering if it's me who has lost you, or it's you who lost me.
Every night before my head hits the bed, I think about you. I try to conjure you up in my sleep but you, Muse,  just like my dreams, steer clear away from me.

I keep wishing for you to knock at my door to shake me up from my reverie.

Break my flow,
Hypnotize,
And overwhelm me!

I know I've treated you like a ***** before, everytime you came unannounced, I sent you back; kicking and screaming like a Banshee.

And now;
With a cheap wine stain,
A woman in rage,
Working on a menial wage
Drinking until her kidneys scream out in pain
-I pass out, just like the last night and the night before.
You've left me in this reality all alone,
Without any words to hide behind.
Without any form of refuge
To keep me safe under this scrutinizing light.

I have a hurricane kept bottled inside and with each beat of my heart, I can feel the cage tremor. But you, like a narcissist; keep on laughing at my misery. You really enjoy this game: where you tug at my heart as I try to resist your influence within my brain.

I often wonder if there are any clues that you've left behind, because after all it was your mystery that had seduced my pride.

Each time I lift up the pen, my spine shivers with anticipation for you to takeover and consume my mind until every word that I scribble, bleeds with truth about the lies that you cook to keep me on your side.

I wish to carve you out of my own soul but right now it feels so hollow and cold.
I need you to set me free,
Keep me up all night and let me bleed;
Like a fresh wound that refuses to heal.
Until all these thoughts in my head finally find peace.

In his heart, I found a museum full of poetry.

Falling in love with me is like, playing with fire.
You're bound to get burned.

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

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.

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.

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.

Everyone pretends to be a saint in the daylight.
But, when the lights go off and the darkness overtakes,
Their hidden demons crawl out and play.

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

She smelled of love letters and spilled ink,
Wrote down the words of wisdom,
As she sipped on her caffeinated drink,
She lived in the world that resided in her head,
Didn't find salvation in money or fame,
But in the library instead,
She looked beautifully surreal in pink,
As the sun rose during the early morning of spring
To kiss the daisies that grew near the brink,
She bore prophecies within her eyes,
One couldn't challenge their veracity,
For it would be like questioning the vastness of the skies,
People always thought she didn't fit in,
Just because she found peace within the books,
And the words had built a home under her skin.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Her silent smile, hides secrets inside.
With the demons lurking in the back of her mind.

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

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.

I won't compare you with the moon,
Because for me you're like the sun,
My whole world revolves around you.

I relate us, to the sun and the moon
See.. how the distance between them is-
So close and yet so far
Just like you and I,
We are close enough that
I can touch your hand but not your heart.

His mellifluous voice ignited a spark in my soul.
His face looked so calm as he strummed the strings..
But, the guitar strings were not the only strings getting plucked.
The strings of my heart were getting hammered with emotions,
As he started to play the kind of music that took me away to a state of trance.
All I could hear was his voice reverberating in the hall.
And all I could feel was Euphoria.

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.

She was a complicated
combination of tears and scars,
He was a melancholy musician
with a dark past.
His music, turned her tears into
roses and her scars into stars,
And in return, she became the
journal to his dark past.
Then, he started to compose
music by strumming the strings
of her heart.