To the life that began with love,
From the mother's womb,
To the father's first touch.
I am happy that I lived so long,
To behold its tenderness and
To behold its tribulation.

Bless my soul to be more strong.
I have endured so much,
But there is more to come.

To the life that began with love,
I hope that it ends with love.
Not with the broken thread of unresolved heart.
Not with the sad symphony of what could be us.

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 will let you buy me flowers,
Only if you will  stay until they dry,
My love, my  words  are too sharp,
I forget who I am sometimes.
You can send me handwritten letters,
Like old lovers who never die,
I will read, but never keep,
How do I tell my love I am terrified?
When you will lock your eyes on my face,
I can't promise that I won't cry,
It's true that I am not perfect,
But you should know  I never tried.

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.

This redundancy is exhausting,
Gliding through the infinite line.
Dancing with the rhythm of your sweet soul,
Let me find a place to rest inside.

If this is where my density is placed,
Cuddle me underneath your breath.
Shivering, from this unutterable cold,
Let your body be a warm embrace.

Through the collision of tribulation and hope,
I found a piece of the moon,
That I want the cosmos to know.

Through the bitter anxiety,
Of surrendering and letting go,
I found you-
The one who found me a home.

Kiss me with the eyes,
That only wishes to see.
And for ever cherish,
The dreaded heat.
Comfort - not with words,
That only shroud the love.
But with the gentleness,
Of the ever greatful touch.

Love the word,
It's after taste.

Loved this bizzar cocoon,
But now your halting the way.

I should take a step,
But now I am taking a leap.

The way I fall for you,
You are mine to keep.

If my soul was to leave this body, would you set my love free?
Would you let your heart grow tenfold, making it big enough to weep?
What prejudice did she serve? That she had to be pinned on her knees.
An injudicious conclusion made by a deluded. Can't you hear your gods plead?
Why were you cursed with love, my dear?  If those hands could never dare to pluck her.
Her naked body, held in your lover's eyes. Staying adrift until you draw her.
If my soul were to ever leave, would you let her bloom like the Aster?
Let her bloom and scout every nook of your heart, and settle in the corner.
The aroma of her modesty will give you the courage to hold your lover's hand,
Kiss and touch the bare bodies until there is no goodbye traced on the palm.
And then when my soul finally peeks down from heaven,
It would look at two lovers, not strangers engulfed in regrets.
My body would prosper with glee, the eighth wonder of the world would be called love.
Then maybe and maybe it wouldn't be such a sad world to live on.

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

Navigating my thoughts,
I wish to breathe a sigh of relief.
A momentarily pause,
I seek a home to sleep.
A pounding heart,
I have no versatility in my hand.
A red rose,
That bleeds black.
Non- existent in your lap.
I am not neglecting,
But truly,
I have been doubting for too long.
If I am all that I have,
I am not prepared for the next storm.

Stranger to you.
Stranger to them.
Stranger to me.
           Me

It got lonely last night,
So I thought of you.
In the brisk of the cold night,
You were the far shining moon.
Cluttered in the figments of you,
Collecting some in my jar,
If solitude was the next name of love,
You gave me all you had.

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.

Warm days, summer's stripe.
Drained heart's incomplete.
My eyes can't close for it sees what she sees,
Rough sketch of an oasis.

A whimsical story, woven in air,
Dreamcatcher's fairy tale.
Years ago -the glitter and gold.
Kaleidoscopic panorama fades.

Under the cursive time, outside the window,
Collected the dust, of yesterday's storm.
But even in the highest of earth's altitude,
There is no room sculpted for remorse.

The sanctum of the four walls,
Is where the little bird died.
You poor and unfortunate soul-
Daughter of the seven skies.

To detach from the demonic faces,
Is to dive into the elixir that's hoarded.
Chase the stardust sprinkled on the horizon.
Then come and reflect.

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."

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.

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.

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.

The crimson red paint of my heart,
I took it out and drew a painting on the wall.
The judgements-laced to my body,
I shaped and tied them into a bow.
In the lips that trembled for your name,
I smeared some black lipstick on.
Ripped off that white dress,
Threw away your coat,
I put on my high heels,
Now I am dancing with my ego.

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.

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.

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.

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.

I find myself in pieces,
Not as a half,
Not as a whole,
But as pieces and fragments scattered beyond.

Then I see you,
A single piece of you,
Sometimes half,
Sometimes full.

And I find my self coming,
With all the pieces of me.
To be collect and kept next to you,
Until there is a piece of me.

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.

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

Even with closed eyes- I see them vividly,
The stretched darkness, bitter melancholy.
They dance up-down, my head-my toe.
Glued to my eyes, but I recall no more.

Written by the angels,blessed by heaven,
And I pour them meticulously,out of my pen.
They would fall like rain,on a parched soil,
Guided by the stars,a guide to my hands.

Call it a tragedy -I left them so bluntly.
I have nothing but, the stollen symphony.
Don't sing like they did -oh the dream I had,
I would sit and cry, but I recall no more.

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....

The embodiment of  imagination,
A dream, once seen by the sculptor.
The chisel and the hammer(the love child of two),
A catastrophe or the finest creation.

Polished skin with a little tint of moss,
Augmentation of the ether's divine.
Gods that were entrapped to that beauty,
Cursed her down, only to be preserved inside.

I stand and gawk, allured by the surreality,
Starstruck when I  pondered it.
Beauty lies where beauty bind,
Oh, was she the one staring me?

Before the song of the earliest bird,
Before the sun descends on the frost,
If a fairy were to sprinkle some life,
We would dance past this mundanity,
Oh! another tragedy of time.

But it was too late,
Too late I say.
Abandoned by her father,
No wish to make.

So I  sit beside her,
To make the loneliness still.
Until the morning comes,
Until she doesn't need me.

If you were to come back,
Your footprints on my front porch.

With the awakening of spring,
I wonder how nice it would have been.

I would battle with my head,
For my eyes to be fulfilled with your glims.

But you are gone with the summer rays,
I wonder how you have changed.

I am floating on the surface,
And my heads not even in the cloud.

Dripping through every moment of the rain,
I wonder if I will ever see you again.

Down beneath our dormant memories.
Lies a paradise, that you and I build.

With the creeping of brisk cold weather,
I wonder who is going to keep you warm forever.

The sun, moon and the stars,
Assembling a bridge while we stay a million miles apart.
The wind that spiralled with my body,
Fondling your tender arms.
Let me tie you a letter,
Under these cotton candy clouds.
So even when I am staying away,
You will know that I am still around.

I sever all my ties with you,
And I no longer submit to your instructions.
I float on this land as I am renewed,
I see you are no longer a human.
You search me but don't  find me,
I am not a phantom that will haunt your dreams,
I am a thought appearing  on your window,
That watches you weave a crestfallen poetry.
Yellow light from a lamp beside the bed,
Heart on your hand, and you can't utter my name.
Unsend letters like dandelions on a field,
The moon glows to remind you of the better memories.

The vision of you in my head,
Blurred the lines of imaginary.
I say I don't, but I do.
Remember every piece of it.

You left with love, with words,
That still rests on its meaning.
Removing the thrones of flower,
I politely let it cut my skin.


You walked so quickly,
Unhesitatingly,
You further walked away.

Until your shadow turned into ghost,
That keeps haunting me to this day .

A dark place awaits, where I wish to take this skin and bones.
I take long astral walks, to replace this skin and bones.
Summer bird sings,"She will go with her skin.
It's song brings me comfort, not the truth that it is uttering.

The sky above becokons, "Come with your skin and bones."
The earth pulls me down, "This is where they belong."
I loath myself, as I loath these skin and bones.
Divided,I stand in the horizon, along with the summer bird's song.

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 wait for a song,
The sweetest to wash my tears.
So when you say you have come
I am not burdened with another goodbye.
I brace myself as your touch,
Withdraws from the places it had once traced.
So when you say you have come.
It will be as if they never existed.

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.

Infrequent,
The withering soul,
Beat/Beat.
Until explodes.

Unhindered,
Nor warm nor cold,
Sweep/Sweep.
Washed to the shore.

Call me by my name,
Because I can hear you,
You are just a dream away.
Curled just like the waves,
I can feel your heartbeat,
As mine beats today.

You don't even know me,
I  may pass by as some strangers do.
And if we met for a day,
Your hands might belong to some new.

But I hope the stars, they didn't lie,
When they sang about you that night,
I hope my vision didn't cheat,
When they tied your soul to me.

I have a feeling as old as time,
No love compares, it's you and I.
Eyes don't know, but the heaven sees,
If you weren't here, I know I wouldn't exist.

I hope the words from my lips,
Reaches your ears.
The way the river kisses the sea,
The way the sun touches the hill.

I hope the pain from my heart,
Reaches your eyes.
The way the wind pushes the clouds,
The way the dew falls on the leaf.

I was never perfect,
And I know I will never be.

But I hope your love,
Reaches my soul.
In a way that others never did,
Through a way that others could never see.

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.

She placed the sun,
Dearest to her heart,
Who longed for the moon,
couldn't care about the star.

Gravity,
Would bind them closer,
Surreality,
Watch him distance her even further.

The night folded into the day,
Within his orbit,
She revolved at each phase.

Patched the broken parts-
Wove and Stitched.
Forgot about her wounds,
Crying with disagree.

Bursting bubbles,
The igniting flames,
If only they were to collide,
The universes they could create.

Thousand years,
A blink of an eye.
Couldn't get closer,
It was like the first time.

Never-ending faith,
But now her disjoining heart,
Colliding within herself,
She swamped into the dark.

No one reached her,
Not even her sun.
The lonely star,
Died when she was young.

From the oblivion
A star draws a tangent
Dusting off its tail,
Falls across the horizon.
A thousand wishes were made,
Upon the starry night.
And the best of the memories,
Were brushed across the sky

Cuddle me,
Under your embrace ,
Beneath the tender sun .
Huddle in,
Just a little closer.
Till passing of this unknown strom.

Be gentle,
Try not to scrape,
My healing wounds.
Be calmer,
You are with me,
We will get through.

We are hurting,
We are healing,
Sewing the sweet pain.
You unravel,
We are unhinged,
Show me your cruel face.

A thousand stars burned  bright,
Crisp and flaky, my skin turned dry.
Waved at the sea, closed my eyes.
I held no remorse, pain was volatile.
They turned me into ashes,
No different colors, only black and grey.
Farewell to all that see me,
I hope to see you one day.

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.

Let me live,
The way lotous blooms on mud.
Let me live,
The way mountain stands on earth.

Let me have a voice,
Not just your judgement.
Let me have a choice
Not just your ignorance.

Teach me virtue,
With it teach me acceptance.
And teach me to love,
The perfume of my essence.

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.

Sky-
Ruptures with melancholy sending down a million drops,
Sought to rejuvenate what has been deemed lost.
I set my eyes on the brightest pearl-
I set my eyes on the final thought of us.
The change, its turbulence, hindering the highest monks.
Land cleaves, lightening bolts-firestorm from the sun.
The chopper sinks, limiting all hope,
All the artefact lunged to its mother's womb.
Harbouring all  ships below the leg of the mourning mountain,
They sing a song to their father-judgement disbanded.
While space is distorted, the land gets barricaded,
The dreams of the lost child thinly evaporated.
Still held, still clutched- the ashes in the sky.
Me and my pearl, we sail past the twilight.
Held under my *****, sharing warmth amid the ordeal.
We rode home in our chariot beading a farewell to the unseen.
All that, and their greed slowly dispersing as clouds.
What remained was love that glimmered throughout.

Plummet  into my existence,
Light a match with my skin.
Bend me with your treacherous lies.
Use me, and brush me under your sin.

Beat me on the surface,
That's all you will ever reach.

Scrape me till I stop bleeding,
Squeez my heart until it's empty.

Fill yourself with my love,
While I cry at your dishonesty.

I have learned to give my all,
And walk home-hands empty.

I won't fight,
I won't speak,
I won't break,
And I won't win.

I will just fill you within my words,
Soak you with my ink,
Write your name till my hands are sore,
I will trap you there for an eternity.