She didn't want someone commonplace
She wanted an artist, a poet,
A singer, a dancer... just someone
More intriguing than her
Wandering, she met him one day  
He, with a big mouth and the skill
To write like every ******* thing sings
A language that shakes her, startles her
Yet touches her soul at the same time
The way he talked instilled a warmth
She felt illuminated with true meaning
With beauty, with voices of creativity
So she followed his every syllable
Punctuated his pieces with love
Linked his figure of speeches
Swayed by his tide of words
She slid down the hill of literature
Of tales with happy endings
When one day, she wasn't his story
When she wasn't good enough
When he moved on to look for someone
More intriguing than her

Hi, I'm an insecure poet
Just like I don't like myself
I don't like my poetry
I don't know but sometimes
My poems aren't just it
They are unclear and weird
Like my personality is
They're short and stout
Just like I look physically
They sometimes rhyme too much
Like I overdue too much
Sometimes the free verses
Seem like the amateur I am
And everything's clichéd
Like my creativity got ******
They're hairy and dark
And ugly and scarred
But most of the time
They're just all over
All over excellence
Just like my neighbour
Is all over men
And I try too hard
I get all over it
But when I let go
No matter that I'm fat
The breeze carries me forth
No matter that I'm dark
I shine
And my creativity
Crawls out of crevices  
To create poetry
That warms the soul

The old big brown tree
Was a symbol of love and humanity
In it's last years
It was leaf-less and shriveled
Like old grandmothers and grandfathers
Left alone and abandoned to rotten

You're my second half
You're a part of my heart
And I'm sorry, but I have to go
Like we all do in life
But I know, against all odds
That our love will survive

The world seemed desolate
My presence was distinct
Away from the dissonance
In my captivated reveries
I ponder over the scent of truth
I ponder over imagination
I ponder over patented origins
Of the bird of poems
I drift my vision towards the sky
In search of poetic poetry
I look for a surge of light
To convert it into imagery
I watch the stars twinkle and shine
And I try to trigger my memory
An eerie emotion, deep and dark
Breaks my rapturous reverie
I pen it down on the sheet of my heart
With myriad refrains and rhyme
Here what you get on the sheet
Is the power of poetry entwined

As she was sitting on the station
And reading a book in leisure
All near her were pacing around
Waiting for some train she was unaware about
They pulled and packed their luggage
And walked with no amount of grace
They paced here and there
Calling out again and again
But she, she didn't give a penny
She didn't buy this unjust space
She was in her own dimension
Not caring for the mediocre state
And when she looked up for a glimpse
She saw everyone hurrying away
All packed and going in life's train
Uncertain of destiny
Living up to someone else's aims

They said there was karma
That everything bad you did
Eventually came back at you
And she thought he will suffer
That he will be a broken heart  
Just like she was after rejection
But he didn't cry like she did
He didn't die a thousand deaths
He didn't sink with his heavy heart
He didn't suffer from karma's bet
Instead he smiled and glowed
And held hands with his dear one
He was happy, for ****'s sake
But she, she was still alone