It gazes at me-the blank canvas,
Her look pierces into me,within me.
And I look at her,unable to hold her stare,
I then search for her eyes to gaze into,
But I terribly fail,I kept trying and failing,
So I take those brushes and move my eyes with them,
The paint moves with the brush and so do my eyes,
And then I see those eyes looking at me,
And then I hold her stare at me,
And then I find the canvas that isn't blank like me.
She's smiling and I found a friend for me.

I'm bored,
Bored of waiting for that warm sunshine in monsoon.
I'm bored,
Bored of craving for rains in hot summer.
I'm bored,
Bored of waiting for maple leaves in the cold winter.
I'm bored,
Bored of  craving to wear sweaters in autumn.
I'm bored,
Bored of waiting for green beginnings in yellow summer evenings.
I'm bored,
Bored of craving for icecreams while in spring.

The clouds move faster than usual,
But do they go to where they want to?
Or just follow the wind where it leads to?
I wonder.
And I keep wondering about those clouds...

Why do I feel like I'm a cloud?
Just passing by and living the life as it is.

Am I going there where I want to?
Or am I just spending my days like life leads to?
I wonder.
And I keep wondering about the life that I want...

Aren't we all Hypocrites and Psychos pretending to be Normal?

She loves red,
She smells blood!
Knives are her favorite,
But not just in a plight.
She walks in black,
She cuts no slack.
She is for Vendetta not just V,
She's a real badass you see!
"Vigorous, tough"- her aura speaks,
She's that goddess everyone seeks.
She burns brighter than the sun,
If her eyes turn red-you gotta run.
Her smile makes all the flowers bloom,
Even when it's a dark night and gloom.
Taming snakes is her hobby,
You could find cobras in her lobby.
You should see her in a crown,
Doesn't need anyone, she's on her own.
You could find a lioness in a den,
But not her, she's one in ten.
Stalwart or Virago can call her any,
Nah! You can't win her, honey.
She's the queen in her kingdom that she built,
Try laying a finger, she knows how to tilt.

White nights,
O white nights!
Thou ought me rapture,
In midst of my mind's chaos.
O white nights!
Thy quaint dreams made me abhor
My absolute pleasure.
O white nights!
When will thee end thy zany and vile times?
For I am done embossing myself!
O white nights!
I need dark nights!!!

Have you been there,
When the mind doesn't agree with the heart,
And you feel like your life's jinxed?
Have you felt like,
Your mind is a complete mess but your thoughts make up a plain mosaic?
Have you ever felt so down,
That you get ****** into that black cosmos which you've painted with all the regrets that you have?