Little mayfly yearned to be a butterfly.
Little mayfly yearned to be a butterfly.
Little mayfly yearned to be a butterfly.
Little mayfly yearned to be a butterfly.

Little mayfly yearned to be a butterfly.
Little mayfly yearned to be a butterfly.
Little mayfly yearned to be a butterfly.
Little mayfly yearned to be a butterfly.

Little mayfly yearned to be a butterfly.
Little mayfly yearned to be a butterfly.
Little mayfly yearned to be a butterfly.
Little mayfly yearned to be a butterfly.

Little mayfly yearned to be a butterfly.
Little mayfly yearned to be a butterfly.
Little mayfly yearned to be a butterfly.
Little mayfly yearned to be a butterfly.

Little mayfly yearned to be a butterfly.
Little mayfly yearned to be a butterfly.
Little mayfly yearned to be a butterfly
Little mayfly yearned to be a butterfly.

Little mayfly yearned to be a butterfly.
Little mayfly yearned to be a butterfly.
Little mayfly yearned to be a butterfly.
Little mayfly yearned to be a butterfly


Little...May....Fly....

Moonflower, Moonflower,
Cuddled beneath the sanctuary of her father,
Formed by the virtue of love.
Moonflower, Moonflower,
"Let the white lilies bloom!"
Under chastity, bathing in elixir.

Moonflower, Moonflower,
Humans live inside a trojan horse,
Camouflaging, be aware of the feathers of a hawk.
Moonflower, Moonflower,
Nacked-embellished in a silver platter,
Oh!moonflower was so young.

Moonflower, Moonflower,
"You should have let the white lilies bloom,
Preserved  for the spring to come."
Moonflower, Moonflower,
Epitaph wrote in the stone
"Moonflower was so young."

The vastness of the ocean,
Can't capture the gleam in your eyes.
In the dark woods,
The vanity of my life.
It will be your soul, that will glow,
Hope in the dire times.
Today will forever shift into tomorrow,
But it will be you that will stay the same.
Even in memory,
It will never be nostalgic,
That's the way you will remain.

I need to forgive myself,
Then only I can forgive you.
I need to love myself,
Then only I can love you.

If I could,
I would take myself far.
Far from me,
And close to you.

If I could,
I would erase myself,
And become you,
All of you.

But for now,
The need for I is greater than the need for than us,
The need for skin greater than the need for love.

If you could, would you wait?
I wish I could tell you when.

If I knew my body,
You would know mine.
If I knew my mind,
You would know mine.

The wrath of seen,
Greater than fear of the unseen.  
What's keep hidden,
More certain than what comes out of it.

Not a single blow of wind,
Pushes my boat further.
Nothing plays with its sail,
So it neither goes north nor south.

Rain,
Hurrican,
Storm,
They all come and go.

But my boat sits there,
In the middle of the sea.
As if the forces of nature don't exist,
It sits there awaiting nothing.

I put my heart on the pages of my favorite book, such that you will trace each word to know me better/ I will place my love in the core of my favorite things, such that you will see why I treasure it so much/I am sorry if I won't kiss you because my passion doesn't lie on my lips/It's not the texture of skin that I crave but for the eyes read the soul within/If you were to ever leave me I wouldn't be living in your head/I would be in the shadows of the things present, at the places that we met.

My mind filled with cacophony-of things that many never reach you,
A forgotten sweater of your past lover that hides in your bedroom.
I  know I won't last eternally, only as long as the  snowflakes,
As the sun melts its corner, so will my sorrows wash me away.

But amid all my troubles only, if you were to bloom like a rose,
It wouldn't be a God who created you, but you would be his form.

Nancy Marie,
Her face so soft, ever manifesting phantom to the eyes.
Colors on her lips, she painted her lovers, with hands forever polite.
Nancy Maire,
When she danced donning the green velvet dress,
The summer couldn't compete, faded away its golden grace.
Mesmerized, were the spectators, graced by her presence,
Not only did the beauty stain their memory,
But their heart sank to what couldn't be contained.
The flowers didn't bloom and instead, they chose to hide,
Nothing like Nancy Marie, the wind whispered to the sky.

Anywhere the compass may point,
It leads to a single place.
There my  hands tremble,
As thoughts accumulate into words,
Afraid it will not be enough, every time.
My guts, tighten and my heart sink deep,
Though the eyes want to tell the story,
They are afraid of someone reading it
I know it will perish- me and my poetry.
The black crow sitting on my porch,
Explains how it's vexing him.

I understand and for him, I drop the pen,
Staring at the clouds I hope for rain.

The wind ruffles,
The city sleeps.
This judgement isn't yours,
But is made to keep.
What does one wish?
Upon the eternal moon.
To wash away its sorrows,
With the rain of monsoon.

My love for you will take us past this sky,
Little parts of us will be scattered in the night.
People will see it,
And call it a falling star.
Whatever they may wish,  
It will not be greater than our love.

Pain don't run through my lovers vein,
With your never ending trials and broken promises.
Come to me,if you need a body to rot,
I  will give what is left, if not enough, I will beg for some more to god.

You living inside me isn't difficult,
You can haunt me for a lifetime.
But it is difficult when you run through my lovers eyes.
To be a fool, and watch all the lovely parts disappear with time.


So come to me, I will make you a blanket out of  roses,
Knit all my pleasures for you turn them into sorrows,



but please don't run through my lovers vein.

Lost souls, they  soar through the clouds,

With the hope of finding love.

To settle down somewhere is to return to earth,

Home to tragedies and mistrust.  



So, every atom combines to aid them  through the night,

Through the trials of wind and precipitates of the sky.  

For them, peace lies above and beyond the sun's light,

Where they either find love or heaven to rest inside.

I never cried for loss,
But I cried for you,thousand tears, and some more,
Greater than loss,
I cried for betrayal, the thousand fragment of hope.

I didn't cry,
For the aching heart,
That only knew how to get hurt,
But I cried so deep,
For my little hands,
That were scared of every touch.

If heaven's million star,
Came done to crush my skull,
Non of them would give a scar,
It is only you that cuts deep,

I shouldn't have,
But you know I did,
I couldn't loved someone incomplete.

When I was red,
You were blue.
Then I turned to green just for you.

What you wanted was violet,
But all I could be was indigo.

Orange was your favourite colour,
I wrote you a song in yellow.

For  your acclamation,
I mixed all those colours.

Frantically tried to undo it,
When all of them discoloured.

I sat there reflecting on what was left of me.

I finally became the colour that I wanted to be.

Clock ticks,
The pen scribbles.
Pages fill,
Drowned in the letter.
In my mind,
Hallucinating,
Day and Night.
A void chamber,
Forgot my key inside.

It is a familiar ache that just can’t break your heart,
While the world moves forever,
All you seem to do is fall apart.
People change, people move,
Fall in love, make new friends,
But time has frozen for you since you were thirteen.
And that was the last time, your bones felt alive,
It was the last time, you felt bigger than life.
Now, everything’s erased and only questions stain your mind,
Why did you make me, is it because you love to see me cry?
And if you wanted the trouble, you could have been patient with that time.
Your recklessness only turned into my burden,
But if my tears changed your, heart, I wouldn’t be searching for someone.

Every night plays itself, a reminder that it matters less,
To exist isn’t pleasure, only pleasure is the feeling of existence.

Your whispers keep me alive in the moments that I can't breathe,
I tread lightly following; your footsteps to the unseen.
The havoc in my mind dwindles with your every touch,
I claim you in my heart but, your eyes only reach her.

Still naive, I solemnly weave myself  lies,
Not all love lasts, but I pray you will see mine.
In the distant future, when all your lovers wither into the snow,
I hope you will hear my lullaby and claim it to be your home.

I have a home for everything broken,
A home for everything that is lost.
In the  lap of imperious wind,
The treacherous surreality of wind.
What accosts to the soldiers,
Those with an ambiguous life.
What keeps them at the front,
Through dire ways of the tide?
It is the home, in the heart and the mind.
It is the home that fills the pages of life.

The mysteries that reside in your eyes,
Is just another perplexing thought.
As it doesn't only shroud my words,
But it contains the soul, that is above all.
A soul that is a reflection of you,
A soul that shares your essence.
As I peak through those eyes,
I stumble upon its radiance.
A light that can't be measured in space
Neither can it be contained in time,
If the universe were to fit in one place,
It would be in the center of those eyes.

I wish I could write,
The way the poets do,
Then my words could make you cry,
But for now, I will cry alone.

I wish I could love,
The way the lovers do,
Then my eyes would follow yours,
But for now, they will linger alone.

Hesitation in your eyes,
Answer to all my question.

Your burning inner conflict,
Testing my limitation.

Fell for your lies,
Like I feel for your eyes.

No arch for your return,
A fool-
Still waiting for the last time.

Creature of the unknown forest,
Where it fogs as it rains.
What do you see in the deserted,
While there stood fairest of the fairest.
I sweep old chimneys,
And I don't have a heart of gold.
One glory of the Sunday morning,
I watched two cuckoo birds turn cold.
There was once a prince,
Who invited me into the garden of rose.
I didn't slip a slipper or fall asleep.
So he disappeared like the mist you know.

Creature of the unknown forest,
Tell me what do you see in me.
Do you see me or the eyes of you?
Twisted branch and poisoned leaf.
Just like you, I was rejected and untouched.
I wasn't born there but I grew up in a mud.
And just like you, I wished to be seen.
Now that you see, am I complete?
A barrel filled with open baggage,
I have yet to take, yet to give.
Carry it past the mourning hill,
Where the villagers don't reach.
So take me there,
Be my friend or my foe.
Now that you see me I want to be unknown.

The day that we first met,
There were fireworks in the sky.

The moon shed her light,
Just to sprinkle it in your eyes.

My pulse, increase tenfold,
With the feel of your chest next to mine.

The dopamine that seeped into my veins,
Knotting my stomach,
Bringing chills on my spine.

Heaven on earth was your lap,
Your name, written on the lips of mine.

Sweet memories,
Those were the best of times.

I promised that it would be the last time I cried,
But here I am, my words, I write for you.
You are the peace that got stolen from me one summer afternoon.

It's ok, I said, I will be fine.
But here I am, struggling to breathe myself back into life.
I bring out the tissues to wipe away my tears,
But what will wipe these memories out?
What will remove the stain in my heart?
And untangled the thread that has me bound.

I can see it in my eyes, you are newer than before,
Wiser than I have ever been, and stronger than my bones.
And here I am scattered like a plate dropped on the floor.
And distorted like a shadow turning into a ghost.  

While you flourish with the second I wither at every turn,
While you kiss your new lovers I am engulfed by the thought of us.

You are choking on ego,
I am soaked up in self-love.
I can't ask for what we had,
But give me back what I lost.

In the verge of insanity,
You are weeping on my chest,
If you loved us so much,
Why did you put it to rest?

Here I am, a kid again,
Jealous as a kid has ever been,
Jealous of the love that you have,
A love that I will never feel.
Here I am, gawking at you,
Like you stole my little today.
But all you did was live your life.
And I am just a jealous boy.
How hard must it be for you?
I wouldn't know, as I am just a kid,
Who looks at you with eyes of envy,
Wondering what I could have been.

To whom do I sing?
This soulless song,
Played on the broken harp,
Something lost,
Something forgotten.
You look at me with eyes of sympathy?
Do you wish to make me cry,
Without tears rolling down my chin?
But I am no longer a child,
Do you understand my words?
I am a man or a woman,
Something greater than someone.
The boulders, they bend my back,
Thrashed by the sea, the waves cut my arms,
But I remain indifferent,
Not the nail that bends with the hammer.
Because I no longer carry myself,
But the weight of all on my shoulders.

I lost count of the trials,
That ended with broken ribs,
The skull that couldn't grow roses,
And died because of the poisonous Aconitum.
Even when the body rose,
Recollecting parts where the poison didn't go,
Like a destiny, writing on the stone,
It got knocked to the ground,
A victim of the misery's arrow.
With time the bones healed,
But something got wrecked, something grew weak,
What was something under the bones; the skin, the flesh?
It was the person, that was nowhere left.

Beware of the falling leaves,
Because they change so quickly.
One distracted blink of the eye,
Left me staring at the branches that are empty.

Beware of the falling leaves,
Noone's sorrow they wish to keep.
You can sit here counting trees,
But for the glory of the eyes, the soul might be deceived.

Beware of the falling leaves.

Withering hearts look up at the sky,
Searching for what?
The colors of hope to make them realize,
Wings that spans across the seven seas,
A hand that reaches the soul that's lonely,
Not to die in  the cold,
The nakedness of vulnerability,
But to dance with the thread of gold,
Angelic summer's prosperity,
Drench in the rain, cry with the wind,
That is all that heart wants,
To show and to be seen.

The truth is vile but it is the one that we must see.
Every tears I cried , I cried within me.
I am proud of myself,
For I stood so large for so long.
But the gravity of my inner demon,
Isn't letting me move on.
I have come far,
I walked 100 miles.
And I have reached no where,
I have nothing by my side.
The choice is clear,
You can only give to take.
It's the feeble kind of choice,
Demolishing my everyday.
An empty vessal,
With colorful patterns painted in his front.
What is the use of it,
If it can't hold water nor sun .

Maybe I am falling in love with this feeling of being without you.

How nice would it be,  
To dance beneath the stars.
Wails of current couldn't wash me,
Neither could it keep us apart.

The crescent moon,
On edge of the horizon.
Later introducing,
It's impartial luminescence.

How nice would it be,
To sit with you for the last time.
Turning mournings and sadness,
To confetti in the sky.

Freckled sky,
Rainbow sprinkled moon.
Your eyes the ocean's blue.  

Waves thrash,
Rocks erode,
The grains of sand,
merge with the snow.

Deeper and deeper,
Deeper and deeper,
I dive,
Into your vicinage.

Stagnant, untouched,
Forth of the sea.
The glistening morning's dew.

Your eyes the ocean's blue.

I savour you bit by bit
Every drop,
Making me want a little sip.
In the verge of destruction,
Foul voice of victory.
You were the best taste,
life could give me.

My teeths are rotting,
Eroding,
Chewing the shards of your delight,
Sweet and sour,
Twisting my tongue,
But it's alright.

Bleeding to stay,
A night in your arms.
Bleeding to say,
Lift me up to the dark.

Your lips ,
Your touch ,
could just slice me in two,
But your love is what gets me going,
Even in dead I still desire you.

A dream was seen on a night of roses,
The moon came down,
To give a kiss on the forehead.
The stars tamed the heart,
Freeing it of its burden.
The brain cried to the eyes ,
Adieu to the the thoughts that propelled.
Finally everything was quite,
No one lost, no one came out victorious,
Everyone rejoiced.
Opening champagne to honour the night,
Alsas! they all woke up,
But  they may dream again tonight.

You went to the garden to pick up a flower,
Poppy, Tulips, but your favourite was the sunflower.
Its shrunken face, dried eyes.
Through its beauty, you were mesmerized.

But what was so alluring about that dying flower?
Unwaterted roots,
Broken stem,
A leaf miners sanctuary.

What were you looking at with your glaring eyes?
The flower or the one you see inside.

Rainbow discolored,
Burning the ludicrous dream.
Set on the stone,
The story that repeated reality.

Regret was never gone,
She sat beside bearing a child.
Indecisive and fragmented,
An orphan, whose mother died.

The child was trouble,
******* the mother's breast.
Drained her into misery,
Deciding the final fate.

The mother died every night,
Child during the day.
Two head of a compass,
Two-point that never met.

To settle down somewhere,
Beneath the glow of the crescent moon,
Where nothing but darkness prevails.
Where I and my solitary are hinged together,
The echos of ground wouldn't perforate my thoughts,
The lurid character, only visible to me-
Preserved for me.
The crooked branches wouldn't point towards me,
Their menace evaporating before reaching us.
Only in-ear, they would sometimes buzz,
Restating their vile self.

But, I dream far beyond the horizon- and I see,
A pristine place left for me.

He loved the half of me as if I was a whole. The scattered parts of me created another meaning in his presence. Like the lines that joined the stars to create a constellation, he added a new perspective to my existence. Maybe this is why it was so hard to forget him, because forgetting him meant to forget that part of me. As he carried away  the best of me, I was left with bitter memories.
Losing him, I  lost all the lines. As the gust of wind blew on my face, I became just another star in the sky.

I wasn't wise but I was way before my years,
In the hollow doom, I wished to be a bird.
My feelings were perplexed, nauseating to the core.
The sympathy of the street lamps turned me old.
Through the folding and unfolding,
Of all the phases of the youth.
There was no correct articulation of who we were turning into.
Days were sharp but the nights filled with choice.
There was no malice in the verdict,
Trouble brought destiny and acceptance carried rejoice.

You have your hands around my mouth,
That's ok because I don't need to shout.
I have patience in me,
That transcends with tranquillity.
What you are trying to breach,
Isn't woven in my sleep.
You can't devour,
The wrath of my silence.
This fight you give,
Stand alone,
With swords of your violence.
Shielded so tight,
A loner in the battlefield.
A gun- you coward,
Words are what I weave.
Solitarily I stand,
On the brink of my ruins.
A pariah mould,
Knows not to fix what's not broken.

From the saddest part of my heart,
I try to write the saddest words.
Words filled with deserted dreams,
Words that will expunge me.

But, will it make the souls quiver?
Will it sting the sternest heart?
Peel my tempestuous mind,
And turn it into a delicate art.

After I write, in the tears filled night.
Will it soak up, all the sorrows of life?
With the eyes of pity, and fear-filled skin,
Will you cry as I bleed with the ink?

If it can do none, then seal the hands that write.
Beyond this promise me to never unrecalled my words,
And call me the traveler who dreamt of the saddest poem.

I rise from my ashes and there I see you,
You are the freshness - the morning dew.
I am awake to the sound, the whispers of your breath.
I tread along this path, knowing this road leads your way.
All around me I hear the buzzing of bees and the wind’s howl,
And I wonder what the sun will gain by shining,
For the years when you won’t be around.

No rainbow follows the hurricane,
That growls like the lions roar.
For I am the rainbow that lives,
Forever in the unfortunate storm.

There is nothing about tomorrow,  
That today can't be.
There is nothing about today,
That tomorrow can't end.

I wish I could love you,
Like you were something new.
Not like a piece of this hollow soul,
That I  am now stumbling into.
You feel like a new bud,
Still like the old dawn.
You feel like something that I loved,
Before I even knew how to love.

Call me when the angels fall on earth,
When the volcano ceases to erupt.
When the lotus gets revived from mud,
And the nightingales sing songs of love.