The line, it was your favourite one,
I wrote and  I rewrote,
So you could say this is the one.

The biggest of the oak,
Couldn't shade the sun.
It was you and your smile,
So I wrote a line that became your favourite one.

Rainbows were nice,
But it was you who carried all the colours.

Softest eyes,
Dreamlike days,
The ocean- your favourite place.

Shined like the star,
But you were the moon.
You loved to dance in the rain.

It's bizarre how subtle the destiny is,
It's bizarre how the brightest burn out quickly.

You kissed a goodbye from a distant place,
I felt it come and sleep on my chest.

I can't forget you,
I won't forgive the lord.
Reminiscing it all on the back of my head.
At night, I am staring  awake,
So I could read you the line,
The one that was your favourite.

Hands stained in blood,
Have mercy for the one I killed.
Blood trickling down my sleeves.
Drip...
Drip...
And
Drip...

Caressing her body.
The angels put her to sleep.
The pool of red wine,
I bathe on it indeed.

I lend a loan,
To her feeble heart,
Blind and naive,
She took us too far.

Disjoint from reality.
The warmth-
A cold autumn breeze.
Haunted by her demons,
I set her free,

Headlights
in the dark,
The rain, in July.
Don't just pour on me,
Shivering and Soaking-
Wasting my time.

Come to me like the flood.
Drown me with passion.
My heads underwater,
Let your kiss be my only oxygen .

Don't let me hold my breath,
Make your love infiltrates my lungs.
If I try to resurface,
Just sink me even further,
Into the canyon.

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.

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

***** and bolts,
I tighten them up.
Rusting but still working,
Don't want to be the next to run.

The song comes,
Like a sweet jazz,
Hitting like a drum.

The strength of today,
Will keep me moving,
When tomorrow comes.

Bagged by an old fashioned cloth,
Breathing-
The rust and the dust.
52 cent and just 2 more.
Saved in the torn-up coat.

Lips chapped,
Body's wet.
Stomach empty,
Lungs filled instead.

Biting tongue,
Backed with a heavy load,
Sweat-
The overriding pulse.

Pushing yourself,
"A single step more",
One step-
And just once more.

Tremors of body,
Avoided to take a step,
A step,
For the roof under the head.

A hundred done,
Just a thousand more.
To buy a doll,
A doll-
For the one to hold.

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 .

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?

I am sitting on your fading Utopia,
Dispersed in the Saturn's rings,
My home,
Your cold shoulder.

No need for permission,
You love the grenade's smell.
The rage,
The bullets,
Penetrates -
I  am wounded but sacred.

Fleed from your captivity,
But I am still a part of you
I will carry my broken limbs,
Disjoining, to find sth new.

A concrete tomb,
I will make it my home.
My body can rot,
Sprinkle perfume,
To hid the truth.


Hid in the creeks,
Hid under the moon.
But will never  divulge,
To your utopia's rule.

I turn around the page,
A new chapter,
Beckoning new days.
Little swam,
Leaving their prints on the lake.
I don't wish to be forgotten,
Shying away, form the grievous days.
I carry my two legs,
Ride them on my back.
I walk with my soul upfront,
So, I don't dare to take a step back.

My whole world,
Was build around you.
When you came out walking,
Down it came, crumbling too.


Its ok,
I convinced my heart.
So I build a wall from scratch.


Granular cement,
Plastered over my body.
Layered bricks on top of me.
Under the concrete,
In a tomb, I slept.
Surrounded by roses,
Laid in a thorn's bed.

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.

Dear, you,
The lad of march.
Don't ****** the curves,
Tapping lets dance.

Twirl and Whirl,
A ditty-
Creation of love.

A moment saved,
For the two of us.

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.

Truth:
They come with a lot of faces.
Those of the Black, Brown;
Blue and Green cases.
Nor could soak the lips,
Like the cherry wine.
Forbidden sweet,
The taste of the time.

Eyes-
Divine,
Unknown.

A tapestry,
Posed to show.

Bottomed up,
Scattered,
In depths of your arm.

Wishes are feeble,
Good like sand.

My ideas sprout my words,
My words build up its meaning.
It illuminates itself in the dark,
Making me known of the thunder that I am creating.

I pray for a hurricane,
Come and wash away this pain
Immersed in self-doubt,
No worth in my vein.
I seek comfort on your lap,
It gets colder as the season past.
Come and sweep me if you can,
I thought I  had enough,
But now I want you back.

Words-
A beautiful symphony.
I see you write,
You're running out of the air to breathe.
If heaven could ,
That's how it would speak.
Watch how your pen twirls in your will.
I sit and gaze,
A mesmerizing sight.
Cosmos may collide,
But you would still write.
I look at my hands,
Could they ever write like that?
Blunt nib; broken stand.
Holding onto a crumpled piece ,
Between a finger gap,
Is where you and me stand.
I look at you,
And my gut gets thronged,
Words that could never reach my throat.
Words-
A beautiful symphony they are.
The artist and impression.
Colliding with a bang.

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.

I carry a knot in my heart.
My hands tremble,
I can't comfort them both.

I have a fear,
It rests on my fingertips.
I have doubts,
Pumped into my veins.

Maybe they are right,
I am not who I used to be.
Maybe they are right,
I should probably give in.

To the flickering light,
That rests on my stand.
To the empty pages,
That I hold in my hand.

Who am I meant to be?
If I leave all my words.
What will remain of me?
If I surrender and let go.

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.

I asked how long,
Were you going to stare?
At the these vacant eyes,
You said as long as the stars fill the sky.

I wish I had known you sooner.
Because if I knew you,
I would have prepared,
Prepared myself for you.

The depth in wich you dive,
The stubbornness of your soul.
If I knew you loved like this,
I would have loved somebody else.

The burden to return your love,
Burns all of my bones.
The need to trust you,
Turns into a sorrow.

As I hold on ,
To the cinders of my past,
You hold on to me,
I am like a child in your arms.

It's my need to run,
That drives us both apart.
But if I were to open up,
I know you would love me for my scars.

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.

The ghost of you never left me alone.
My thoughts they are catastrophic,
Who am I without you around?
A blank canvas,
An unwritten book,
A poet who lost her juice.
Who am I?
Without you to tell me who I can be.
Who am I?
My silence is what's killing me.
Strangled,
I am chocking in my thoughts.
Reaching,
What I am craving is your touch.
Worthless and empty,
That's what I feel the most inside.
I turn around with the hope of seeing your ghost tonight.

My heart,
A frosted lake.
Your kiss,
The bright sunny day.
Melting all the layers between us,
You made your way with utmost grace.

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.

I knew you would be back,
After the fall of night,
Thin parting of ice,
You would be back.

To rest my sollown bones,
To pamper the aching heart.
You would be back.

Transfer of cold breeze,
To warmth and sunshine.
The sky not only carried storm,
But rainbows and butterflies.

To tease me with a new taste of love,
To bloom on my concrete trust.
You would be back.

I knew you would be back.