I'm just a sunflower
In a field of roses
Waiting for someone
to appreciate my petals
before they start withering

I know you love me ,
You said so your self

I know you're trying to heal me ,
You didn't say so but I can see it in every effort you make

But it's difficult to un-break me
So I'll just act like I'm alright

I'll give you a fake smile
Hoping you won't see straight through the lie

She's too tired to cry
So instead she fake smiled....

Don't hide your scars from me
Don't bottle up those tears
Don't give me those fake smiles and "I'm alright"'s
Don't cover up those wars you're fighting
Don't hide those poems, that tell how much you've burned
I'm just trying to make you feel okay..
Don't look away

All I gave you was love and care
even if I was slightly bend from previous 'experiences'
All you ever did was stab me with words , breaking me further
And return those broken pieces wrapped in the cloak of betrayal

As a child everyone was scared of the monster under the bed
That made snarky and rattling noises just when we're about to sleep
I was scared too

But then we grew up
And realized that it's all a myth

We got our heart broken
Shattered beyond repair
We got our self -esteem splintered

Soon we stopped sleeping at night
Like earlier times
But this time the monster that made noise
Was inside...

" I have to leave. Please don't fall apart "

How could you think I won't ?
When you took with yourself
All the strings that were holding my shattered heart

As I stand at the edge of the ledge,
My feet dangle.
Creating the music you used to sing.

I rethink,  
and your old words push my mind.

"If you're so sad why don't you jump?"
those were your exact words, father.

Maybe, I'll try to fly
but your words will push me down.

My body will go numb,
as my screams create waves in the chilly water.

And then I'll swim away

My biggest fear -----

You'll look at me the way I look at myself

She said she wasn't an artist,
Maybe that's what great artists say
Because the way she describes him
Is no less than pure art

Anxiousness drooped from the ear,
Fastened by a clip.

An uncomfortable feeling instilled in the bones,
Making up your frame.

Conversations,
Disapprovingly true.

The buzzing won’t stop,
Willingness would fall,
Until it’ll all stop,
For once and all.

I thought all my tears had dried up
But then you left ,
and proved me wrong

I try not to write about you

But whenever these hands get hold of a pen

They start sketching your beauty and flaws

It's past midnight ,
Thinking about nothing and
everything .
Got a burning heart but soaked eyes,
I just wanna get lost anywhere ...except my thoughts

She saw beauty in everything



Beside herself...

He is her drug
She was his tissue

Our heart is a muscle as big as a clenched fist
Maybe because....



Its meant to fight

Maybe we get stuck in the past , just because it's familiar
We are so scared of the future...
that we prefer to live in the past ; and alter it from time to time making an imaginary-pleasent future

Some days I can't help but notice

The fainted - past scars,
Red lines turning to white
Look so beautiful ....

Some days I keep looking at those faint white lines for hours
Remembering the struggle that looks so beautiful now

I thought writing after a heartbreak would be easier

But whenever I try to find the flaws to sketch ,

I'm met with a beauty more majestic

Sand in our hair
Eyes fixed on the starry sky
The sound of the ocean waves
And your hand in mine

Age doesn't define maturity,they say,
Experiences do
My heart's been played
                              cheated
                               burned
                               broken
                               shattered
                                torn
Enough times that
Now it is                 cold
                                 obnoxious
                                 home to monsters
                                 bitter
                                 horrible
                                disgusting
                                numb
I'm sorry to all the lovely people, that actually deserve love and I'm not able to give them. And also to those who tried loving me ( they are very less) but failed.

Death will arrive tonight.
To claim the broken body that lays still.
Death will travel through the streets.
And when it reaches the door, it’ll gently knock.

Death will glance in the tub,
And see it’s reflection in between the blood streams.
And perhaps, death will slip on the blood that once flowed from the body’s wrist to the hardwood floor.
And perhaps, death will cradle the body as it weeps for all the strong ones that came before.