He rushes out
And then
Back in again
In a never ending cycle
Of advancement
And retreat

His legions
Are cast by the Moon
Up above
From which he draws
His battle plans
In the sand
Which are just to be washed away
And become drawn a new

The Sun
Above all
Wreak havocs on his desires
Casting his army into the sky
And moving them into far off regions

But the King of Tides collects
And disperses In careful stratagem

Pushing forwards towards his ultimate conquest

To bring down all the mighty Earth
That opposes his reign
And drown it deep within his sea

Unwashed saliva
Directly comes to mind
In an embrace
A new level of intimacy

Sometimes you can feel them
Softly throbbing under your arms
Or the smell detects them on the face
Rolling steadily down skin

Hearing is the worst.
Dealing is just as bad.
Some peoples cries so uncontainable,
Either one of you is mad

Are you inhuman to not react?
Are they putting on an act?

The difficulty about tears is that
None can ever truly be judged.

दिल मिल जाएँ लफ़्ज़ों में
गुफ़्तगू हो नज़्मों में
हो के शायरी के हिस्से
आओ लिख दें दिल के किस्से

In words, the hearts conjoin
Communicate in rhyme
Be the part of my poetry
Let's together write the story

It is useless to look back,
and see how pretty and smart
you were.

You are still
pretty and smart.

You won't notice till...
the chimes strike past.

You won't see it till...
you are looking back.

You wont feel it till..
you are unhappy with
your present,
the future.

Looking back at the past.
Wasting time looking back
at the past.

When you could be
creating memories
to look back on...

or not.

I went out to the storms
Tried to gather them in
But they would not listen
They were to loud in their living
And I, to quiet in my plea

this morning
i am stuck

i am stuck
between
Blue
and
Pink

every morning
i face the same decision
and ask the question
how do i feel today?

and every morning
i struggle
not because i cant find the answer
but because im scared of it

because i know
that i cant be Purple
thats too confusing

but i feel Purple

She was a flower growing on the dark side of the moon,
sunshine taken by greedy craters that didn't need it to grow.
Needless to say, she adapted,
turned her photosynthesis into chemosynthesis,
and grew.