Perhaps sea was a woman,
Who lost all her hopes,
And drowned in the pool of her own tears,
Suppressing herself to depths unknown,

Sprinkled by her pacified soul.

Perhaps sea was a fair lady,
Who was only appreciated for  her color!

The thing about growing up is,
We form our rigid selves,
We bend our souls and morals as children,
And as adults we deny them.
We'd see a beggar beg and ignore his cries,
We'd see a kid pry and yet somehow walk by,
And somehow while growing up among all this,
We lose the capacity to listen high.

As adults our brim is so full,
That we loose our ability to listen.

I tend to romanticize, 
I romanticize friendships and love and all relations,
Makes them a little more than what they seem,
Doesn't it?
And maybe that's what the flaw of romanticizing life is,
Once you start romanticizing it you ignore the practicality,
That the real-life beholds,
One part of you stuck at the expectations,
And other tries to avoid the befalling of this little kingdom,
Your mind survives in,
So you romanticize bad memories too,
As if you were really dead every second someone scolded you,
Or crumpled your ***** of life,
And in this loop of romanticizing, you end up hurting everyone,
So you tell yourself to wake up,
You force yourself to be awake,
And when you finally are,
You see there never has existed a premise,
Where you were playing your orchestra.

How can I not feel lost,
When the world is new and no one talks,
Or listens to what I say,
Where do I go when no one accepts,
Not even me!
Where do I fly,
When my wings are cut,
When I have succumbed
to my own vulnerability.

These words are blank verses of my own,
They carry no soul without my tone,
I believe they have been lost somewhere,
In my crumpled life and my furrowed head.
I approach back to this,
I call it my heaven of peace,
Where I am not judged,
For my contemplation of the perceived.
But lately its suffocating my soul,
My own grace has left my dome,
Now my words don't rhyme,
Not that I care,
But where do I  vent,
When my head is  muddled,
It has forgotten its art,
Forgotten its job,
I want to write again,
I want to express,
The way I used to,
The words I sung,
From deep within my soul,
They sung  I swear,
But the art is lost now,
And my soul feels doomed,
Like a witch who has just been shot in its broom!

If dark is so bright and so pure and so naive,
Then dark is what I want,
What I want and desire,
and suffice in me,
What I want to cure my crave,
Through the curves of innocence and words unspoken,
Through the politeness of the laugh,
The words and works of the purely courageous,
The big hearted and lovely person you are,
And where to start and what to say of the love you share with the doomed in ways,
The curing and healing by your starring eyes,
The glare of that wondrous smile,
A wanderer in the race of players,
The guide I wish I could steal,
That perfect eveything that you carry,
In the treasure box inside your peels,
Inside your peels, Inside your skin,
Is an angel poured from Lord’s brim,
A pretty soul, A stupid chum,
The thing I have fallen for is the cherubin’s grim.
What beauty I speak I wish I could show,
Coz every time I see you,
I see a world of Jovial.

Appearances aren't always true,
If they were, then i would never trust you,
For your appearance reminds me of some brute,
But your heart is like a child's; innocent and mute.

"Extroverted" at first sight I thought,
So confident and loud and friendly; what not,
Until I went through your shelves unsought,
Which filled in secrets and hidden chaos.

Fooling yourself with a golden heart,
In love with the beauty who reflects your past,
Unraveling yourself through knowing her cast,
Spells unbound by the cupid's shot.

Optimism is your sunshine,
The one I praise the most in your shrine,
You give hope and spread benign,
But forget to feed yourself at times.

Beaming grin that you have says,
That you are dauntless and courageous and brave,
Hiding pains and broken days,
You live in the present in the presence of the may,

A devil with a halo,
A Satan with some wings,
Hiding a lot from your own shadow,
A box of potential, full of bling.

Indeed a friend I will call you,
You help me out, showing me the truth,
Not denying your annoying ruth,
But that's a part of you, a beautiful suit!

I could write a thousand words,
Yet never explain,
The skin deep beauty that you pervade,
Just a simple note to your brain,
Never underestimate your glowing game!

All that is shattered,
The doomed and the dead,
Darkness in weather,
Their love has had,
Impure is indeed not right,
To describe their fate
One is the king of destruction,
The other is his whim.

All that is shattered,
The doomed and the dead,
Darkness in weather,
Their love has had,
Impure is indeed not right,
To describe their fate,
One is the king of destruction,
The other is his whim.

Lunatics and maniacs,
Animal like minds,
Psychologically stinged,
Humans alive,
One be the curer,
The other victimized,
Pages revolve,
When story moves by.

Hypnotized by the man,
Confused by his vibes,
The woman decided,
To change her life,
Ideals so distinct,
Attraction deeper than the eye,
Fell for her master,
Sadistic pleasures derived.

Potentate of the Arkham asylum,
Ruler of Harley's heart,
Manipulative undertones,
Lying under the mask,
"Mr. J." is what she calls him,
"Pudding" his name,
Toxicity so captivating,
The doctor turns into the patient!

I write a line,
Erase last two,
I express an emotion,
Suppress a few,
I sing a lyric,
Feeling what's true,
I tell myself every morning,
That things will be new.

A frustrated twisted reality,
Of this stereotypical world,
A heart bleeding sobriety,
From the pleasures of this hurl,
A disguised guilty serenity,
Of the troubled mind,
Pages of despise and displeasure,
From the demise of the shrine.
A cry of trying to arise,
A tale of present,
Presented in my reign!
A reality so different!

Do not thy tell me to speak up the truth,
Because my truth not be what you thinkest,
And yet what my truth may speakest,
Thy ears may fail to understand.

A person like you is hard to find,
Good to see, sweet and kind,
Fair by heart,right by mind,
Truthful eyes, bright sunshine,
Smile is your beauty,
Love is your sign,
O dear friend,
You have bereft me of words,
For feelings are hard to define.

I woke up with a broken dream,
Rubbed my eyes to send away the sleep,
Stretched my hands and touched my feet,
And got down from my bed with a thrusting.

Walked my way to my balcony,
Saw the birds laughing and chatting,
The sun wasn't too hard in the spring,
It made me feel warm and cozy.

The lights were bright,
And my spirits vibrant and bold,
I could vividly understand,
What a morning beholds.

I began with a prayer,
For my soul,
A talk with God,
For my goals.

Although my pains,
Were all the same,
A chaotic mind,
Running like a bullet train.

Still my eyes,
Had a tint of courage,
A blessing showered on my head,
By the morning.

For the whole of my life,
I've looked at thorns,
Thorns in the bushes,j
Thorns in people's heart.
No wonder I couldn't reckon,
Reckon the softness of the flowers,
The thorns weren't the actual problem,
The scars they left had stole my power.

I have met demons of all kinds,
Little do I know what fairies look like.

Mysteries of a broken hear,
Are hardest to fine,
Coz the live in a corner,
Away from all the lies

It's time to sleep,
But my eyes ain't tired,
My heart's still an enthusiast,
Ready to sprinkle words like shower.

It's time to go slow,
Coz I can hear everyone snoring,
But my hand can't stop scribbling,
The sentences my mind is pouring.

And so I look around,
I guess for inspiration,
Suddenly the room has it's own story,
Better than any Science fiction.

So I decide,
To not think Deep,
And maybe continue my work,
After a good night's sleep.

Destiny is an excuse
that we all make
to delay the risky paths
If each day is lived in waiting for our destiny
then all that will be left will be in the past.

It's been long,
We haven't talked,
You have been just ignoring my calls.

I don't mind that,
And I still try,
Coz it's really hard to deny.

You were my heart,
And you brought me peace.

You said you didn't mean it ,
But I still doubt every word that your mouth breathes.

Coz truth doesn't shatter my heart into pieces,
My life can't go on circling around your worthless reaches.

A lie you spoke,
A spell you played.

"Unintentionally",
That was your escape.

Now that I ask for an answer,
You're dumbstruck...
You have lied,
You have cheated.

Lights sparkling everywhere,
People passing by,
O! Look at the rich merchant's daughter,
Shopping for the gaudy night.

Ah! those trees,
And Ow! those treats,
Look at the chef who makes them,
For the great Eve.

The roads are full of traffic,
And the little kids are playing ,
The girls singing "Jingle bells",
And collecting some pennies.

And In that beautiful and wonderful night,
I along with my family,
Live in this little tent,
That I made near the street.

Although we have no light,
And no treats,
We are still happy,
On this Christmas Eve.

I miss you,
I miss you already,
Hasn't been a day or two,
But my heart groans already.
You said you would leave,
But isn't it too early,
You didn't even warn me,
To prepare for your leaving.
Maybe I shouldn't be crying
Coz your soul won't rest in peace,
But didn't you always say when you won't be here anymore,
I'll be the broken into pieces.
I couldn't sleep last night,
Coz you were in my head,
Hardly could I admit,
That now you were dead.
On seeing your pale stiff body,
I wanted to **** my eyes,
Your pulse wasn't moving,
Your hands were as cold as ice.
Suddenly when there was pin drop silence in the room,
My mind was in the violence of the doom,
O! You seriously were gone this time,
NO words, NO heys and NO goodbyes.

Mirror, Mirror,
Tell me now,
Do I look beautiful in the crowd?
"No girl,
No girl,
Maybe you need some more curls"

Mirror, Mirror,
Answer me now,
Will I be the most beautiful in the crowd?
"No girl,
No girl,
Maybe your face looks too dull"

Mirror, Mirror,
I have a query,
Does foundation and powder bring in some glory ?
"No girl,
No girl,
Maybe you should know you need to put more stuff on"

Mirror, Mirror,
Now look at me,
Will I bring spark to someone's dreams?
"No girl,
No girl,
Maybe it is your eyes they are too plain...please paint them with some lies"

Mirror, Mirror,
Do I look better,
Will I be like the beautiful queens?
"No girl,
No girl,
Maybe its your lips they should be as red as a rose's skin"

Mirror, Mirror,
Can you answer now,
Am I the perfect girl for the crowd?
"Yes girl, Yes girl,
Yes you are,
As beautiful as a star"

Mirror, Mirror,
But I don't see me,
Have you changed my looks more than I can reckon my own speech?
"Yes girl, Yes girl,
I had to,
Coz I work on the beauty standards of the society"

As a child,
I believed,
Being right,
Was life's truth indeed.
As a child,
I believed,
Strangers were bad people,
From evil serials.
As a child,
I believed,
Beauty lied in the face,
And not in the cheer.
As a child,
I believed,
To be bad to people,
was a right solution to all your problems.
But then I realized,
As a child,
I was wrong,
Coz everyone's truth varies,
According to their norms.
As a child,
I was wrong,
The real bad people weren't villains from serials,
They were friends who turned into backstabbers when you needed them the most.
As a child,
I was wrong,
Beauty was only about heart,
And not in its outer cover.
As a child,
I was wrong,
Coz some times you just have to let Karma work,
At its best to give you the results you have deserved all along!!!

The night hides a lot of secrets,
Many guilty fears and many tensed cries,
The only thing that it can't hide,
Is the heaviness of the heart and its silly crimes.

The night hides a lot of stories,
Of the coward and the brave,
The only story that it can't hide,
Is the one known to the day.

The night hides a lot of  horrors,
Of the young and the old,
The only horrors it hasn't been able to hide,
Are the ones of the gaudy wars.

The night shuts all my thoughts,
Many ugly truths and many foolish lies,
The only truth it can't hide,
Is that my life is based on a lie.

For the past few days,
I only have been thinking,
Things aren't that good,
As they have been looking.
I lie to myself that it will change,
And I regret that it won't,
But anyways I hold on,
With a clinging hope.
At times I feel,
That my hard work will pay off,
Later then I realize,
My patience has started to get lost.
Whatever have I been thinking,
Isn't as bad as my wet eyes blinking,
For the past days,
I only have been thinking,
For the past days,
I only have been thinking.

i lost a friend when i lost u
i cried more than ever
i needed u the most that day
bt my conditions were clever
i want to trust u again
n i miss u alot
but can i ever look at u
the way that i alwys used to
they say trust is like a paper
once crumpled can not be the way it used to
but i still want u back
i dont know how
its ok
dear frnd
i still love u the same
its just a bitter feeling
that never wants me to trust u again

i lost a friend when i lost u
i cried more than ever
i needed u the most that day
bt my conditions were clever
i want to trust u again
n i miss u alot
but can i ever look at u
the way that i alwys used to
they say trust is like a paper
once crumpled can not be the way it used to
but i still want u back
i dont know how
its ok
dear frnd
i still love u the same
its just a bitter feeling
that never wants me to trust u again

Every one has there guilty pleasures,
Mine is to lie cold blooded when I am in a mess,
The devil inside me laughs even harder,
When he sees me becoming too numb.

I remember when I was 2,
Every body was fond of me,
But now I am staying in misery,
Long gone are those days of Mississippi,
Las Vegas now is my destiny.

Feeling every second fly away,
Oh I can't move no more,
Lips still uttering words for bringing life again,
But I don't remember where to go.
I could name you misery,
But wouldn't that be rude,
Coz mistakes aren't made to be unseen,
You gotta learn from those.
Even when night comes by,
You will regret not seeing me,
Even when music is sad,
You'll still remember happy memories,
But 'll be long gone to listen you rant out,
And 'll have a frozen heart to react again...
There will be no AGAIN.
NO MORE

Wear my shoes just to see,
What it's like to be me,
I'll be you,
Just so I know what it had be so like to.

DON'T LET THEM SAY YOU AIN'T BEAUTIFUL,
THEY CAN ALL GET SHUT UP,
JUST STAY TRUE TO YOU...

Eminem <3

Anymore
Believe me you can't bring back the stories,
Forget them because you wouldn't like to hurt me,
Sad songs I now know their meanings,
Would it still be worth complaining?

Coz now we are just stuck up,
Stuck up looking at the ceiling,
Remembering how we used to feel about things that we were chasing,
But now I don't feel like it anymore

Believe me you can't bring back the stories,
Forget them because you wouldn't like to hurt me,
Sad songs I now know their meanings,
Would it still be worth complaining?

Coz now we are just stuck up,
Stuck up looking at the ceiling,
Remembering how we used to feel about things that we were chasing,
But now I don't feel like it anymore

My life is like a video game,
Trying not to act insane,
Everyone is trying to look at  here.

They don't what I am thinking of,
They'll know it when 'll speak it loud,
Looking at lego pieces here and there.

Last night I couldn't sleep at all,
I was thinking..I don't remember what it was,
Maybe I was drunk and out of beer.

Hugging my pillow just out of pain,
Watching Mr. Bean and looking at my feigns,
Get up to realize no one is any more near!!!

Looking beyond my abilities,
Searching for more opportunities,
I wake up every morning,
To answer my call of duty.

Crossing every night,
Breaking down sometimes,
Questioning my existence,
Answering my Guilty crimes.

Trying to make everyone happy,
Expecting sometimes,
Other times disagreeing,
Looking at people whom I don’t know much about.

Thinking I am crazy,
Talking constantly,
Listening to different types of songs,
Wasting my tears.

Finding my own ways,
Fighting the negativity,
Loving myself sometimes,
Thanking God for giving a life to me.

Life is a two faced game you see,
Can't help it,
But accept please.

Crown on her head,
She is some one to be praised,
She may not be a queen,
But she deserves respect.

Eyes all shimmering,
Dreams in her heart,
Beauty may not be seen in her ways,
But love can be felt from far.

Despite all that she has,
She leaves everything for us,
Nights she spends thinking about our future,
But has no ideas about her own life.

Sitting with all those books around,
A little guilt always kills me,
They say "study" every time,
But my mind denies their groaning.

Sitting with all those strangers around,
A little pain always kills me,
Because their words speak sweet,
But the truth is they make life weary.

Sitting with all those friends around,
A little realization always dawns upon me,
My Dad always said betrayal was another name of friends,
But I want to make a different story.

Sitting with my parents around,
A little conception always hits me,
How could I be such a liar to them,
When they have sold out their world for me.

Sitting with myself around,
A little craziness always dawns upon me,
The devil which had always hidden in me,
Now is coming out completely.

Pretty eyes never lie,
Beauty cries at the night,
Sleepless mind thinking a lot,
I just want to relax now