She touches the fire
But turns it into ice
She thinks of doing good once
Instead she does the bad twice
Her body with imprints of all the hues
But her heart is painted only of blue
Those who try to turn it red
Find their souls barren and wrecked

Once she wanted to be loved
and housed by warmth
She chose a route leading to fire
Walking that road
She burned with "their" desire
Watching her ashes in the air
She missed her cold flair
Her cold- her need, dire
She reached an epiphany
Of why she was fond of cold
As, build on blue
Was the genesis of her soul

She is a great dine
They, feeding off of her
Her tears, their wine
She managed to save some
On a secret corner of her reservoir
As it fills to the brim
It was a monsoon
On her long deserted heart
Monsoon turns to flood
As she let it pour out today
Nothing is left in her reservoir today
But she is now a Terra
Left with sweet petrichor today

You touched my heart
And broke it gently

She wants communication
She wants understanding
And she also wants understanding without communication
Man! Is she confusing.

Never have Sapiens
Been so disparaging
Descendants of Adam
Obscured by him
Shocked with the
Spectacle of power and greed
God sent
Crusader of peace
Messenger of His
Bastion of amnesty

Watched them
Hanging at the end of their rope
Everyday hitting a lowest low
Lies after lies after lies
"But thank God! Don't have Pinocchio's nose!"

He ascended from earth
With no answers to give
Except
"Shak's said it's all a play
Maybe the world don't need saving
Just to be entertained
Before all are slayed"

The God, behind the eight ball
Pondering
"What did I create?"

I ask Him
"Does it sting?
Maybe it's the result of your own doing."

Bought your wildflower seed
Sowed it
Into my heart
Watered it everyday
With your soul smile
With our silly songs
& silly fights
With the thought of our hands entangled
With the memory of your deep eyes speaking to my eyes
With the remains of your touch of lips onto mine

But you left
And I still water it everyday
With the flood of tears
With my pen painting my diary red
With the imprints of your smile on my soul
With your fiery passion of gold
With the part of you living inside me
With the wounds that never can be healed
Only scar me

Aware of what it will do to me
I still water it everyday
Knowing it will only grow into ****.

A shot of love
The veil of love
Blinds me
When I see a new kind
I fall hard
It breaks my heart
Slowly, silently & without any sound
In search of broken pieces
I go beyond the past
Some are lost and some are found
I meet a new lover
Only to break his heart
Picked his broken pieces
To fill my gaps
To mend my own heart
Now I speak differently
When you meet me
The one with the scattered pieces
Is now with a taped heart