If I ever had the chance to sketch a portrait,
I'd sketch a portrait of you,
Your beady grey eyes,
Your jawline,
So definite,
Your smile,
Your hair,
So surreal and breath taking.
You are perfection,
And the  best piece of art I could ever draw.

Driving through the mountains and green meadows,
The sound of the streaming river in all possible directions,
The blowing of the wind,
The dancing dandelions,

As the road continues my eyes pop wider and wider,
It seems so unreal,
The beauty is so enchanting that it takes my breath away,
Feels like a fantasy,

As I lay back in my seat,
I quietly listen to the birds sing,
Everything is so lively,

On every mountain there is a forest,
I see a group of chamelions crawling,

Making my way to the river,
Sitting on the edge I see a  shadow,
As I turn around I see a man,
So old and frail,
His eyes full of pain,
A solid and strong heart,

Focusing on his hand he holds a steel ornament,
As I concentrate on it I realise it's a chisel,

He seems so committed in what he's doing,
What a pained and exhausted life they have,

Our theories on life are so luxurious,
But these people work day and night for a living,
Saving up money for their families,
Though suffering from famine,

My heart throbs for these souls,
Who live through winter without shelter and coal.

When in pain I write
words of grief that remain untold
the epitome of my heart
as the hurt penetrates through my soul pinching me
I cry with inexpressible words flooding my mind
my eyes wet and my hands trembling
my isolation is what kills me from the inside
people surround me yet i am alone
once so strong, i would hide my agony
now it started to show
started from pain and ended up as depression
with very less people to understand me
i take down to the path that calms me
i fight my depression and write, yet i falter!

crumpled in a corner,
slavery and savagery strikes him hard,
on his body marked
and scarred,
bruises increment linearly down his back,

whipped not once,
not twice, not thrice,
innumerable times,
his body aches and trembles in pain,
****** tears shed as he prays,

gazing in the sky,
he seeks for help,
cries for his mother,
an infant is he,
taken away by barbarity and atrocity,

'mama' he screams in pain,
'where are you?' he keeps shouting,
the murderers keep striking, keep slicing,
slowly killing each child,
causing pain and tortuously straining,

crawling towards the end of the street,
beyond the wall he lurks,
the arising pain seems to augment,
as he controls himself trying not to cause distraction,
silently sobbing for God to help,

he knows this is the last of the city,
corpse's lay in each street,
with blood streaming in drains,
burnt houses, beheaded children,
in the whole city bodies lay either restless or awaiting for their souls to be taken away.

A few years back,
I used to look like a hag,

Dark circles,
Plain cheeks,

Messy long hair,
No sleek,

Shaggy clothes,
All creased,

Now, penciled eyes,
Powdered face ( not literally ),

Short hair,
Neat ponytail ( I'm almost there ),

Branded clothes,
Gucci, Dior, Chanel and many more,

Red lips,
Ready to glaze,

Trendy clothes in my closet,
Still yearning for more,

Shoes of all kinds,
Heels, sneakers and boots,

How time passes,
Transforming into puberty.

Why does life seem so meaningless
Why does it feel so hurtful yet painless?

It seems so vague
yet so understood
it is as sharp as a shard
yet it doesn't hurt when it cuts me through

Why does life seem so meaningless
Why does it feel so hurtful yet painless?

Words come out regardlessly
And scar me
Leaving behind bruises and marks
So poignant yet mild

Why does life seem so meaningless
Why does it feel so hurtful yet painless?

Hearing stories once untold
Bizzare hallucinations capture me
Dreams of loss and despair
Yet so bearable

Why does life seem so meaningless
Why does it feel so hurtful yet painless?

We live in a moraless and more materialistic society.

Life is like a rose. Once all the petals shed, you lose your life or even more, when the rose isn't taken care of it will die of thirst which in our world is referred to as sickness and then ultimately, death !

Love and desire, two different ways to ignite the fire.

Let your thoughts drive you in the depth of your imagination.

It's not the heart that deceives, it is the ambiguous love that retreats.

Everyone has a darkside, a withered heart and a drenched soul.

Losing hope shatters the soul into pieces.

Lose not your hold over your emotions, but also sway with the crowd and merge in as they roll.

Starting your day with positivity is healthy.

Strive for more but never complain.

People usually change their perceptions the moment they find out the truth.

Hopes and dreams are dependent on each other. The moment you lose hope, you stop dreaming.

Just one small lie and boom there goes your pride.

My future may be vague, but my my present triggers my hope that you're worth the wait !

Never let anyone criticize you and stab you in your heart.

Let not words deceive you.

Sometimes in life you encounter events that will baffle you completely, but your heart still says, 'Its okay love. Be strong'

Never let love blind you. People are cruel and this world is a very harsh place to live in. Be happy with what little you have.

A true gentleman tells you what wrong you've done and doesn't do something against your will, rather than abusing you or manipulating you.

Eyes seek beauty and enchant in soul not a persons face.

People only approach you once they want something in return, after that they ignore you.

It is hard to forget who you once were, who you once loved and what you wanted to become, but love stands out the rest giving hope!

Love is not a game. It’s a once in a life time chance when you actually figure out who you really are and where your heart resides.

Sometimes in life you have to lose something in order to get something better.

Why copy when you can build your own personality.

Everything feels, but doesn't feel at the same time.

A strong person always excels in what he/she does rather than crying and saying, 'I feel hopeless'.

As time passes, enemies become friends and friends become enemies. You never expect that you'd ever embrace deceit from someone you were once so close to. But then again time changes situation and the person itself.

Our life is like a hurricane. For a second you’re living the dream and the other you lose everything.

People will always judge you whether you’re right or wrong. It is up to you how you deal with the situation and carry yourself.

Never waste your energy on those who don't care.

Your family backgrounds can be full of surprises you don’t know about, yet.

Individuality is not what sets you apart from others, it's the nature and the ability to fit in.

Looks and money don't define a personality. It's the heart that does.

Rain has poured on-
Leaving destruction and pain,
Let us help and pray

Oh no baby, don't cry.
I shudder to think what will happen to I.

A gushing trail of tears drip down my face
from my sore cheeks to my nape
a pool of sorrows builds up within my poignant heart
i am what i feared to become
a self-claimed loner!
a suffice amount of people surround me
who show me their compassion and spark me their love
but i don't get why that it doesn't excite me
i once was juvenile and strong
now because of repeated deceit and abdication
i have become frail
sometimes the world seems not to accept me or my flaws
vindictive people encircle me
some apparent, some obscure
what is it that entices me?
how can i repair my wounds
and erase the paradoxical or frightful thoughts about tomorrow?
i am either stuck in my past or my future
how do people move on?
i live to see the day where i see at least one individual who is free from pain
i have yet to come across one, who hasn't shed a tear
who isn't aloof from the madness of this world
and hasn't seen the darkness within themselves erupt
i wish to see one
because i hear my mother say that no one can change how your mind thinks  
despite their help, they too are as wounded and troubled as us
i rethink this question, knowing that it is true
i deny these statements
but sadly in reality it is true.

Darkness is what evicts my oh-so-cold soul,
anger and sorrow drips from within me,
my heart pitch black drips hate;
drenched in my coldness my scars ignite,
my skin slit and wounded consistently,
my abhor towards you increments,
if only you knew the pain you afflicted me with,
i take down the path to make you pay,
to regret on your doings,
a revenge not through actions,
preferably my silence,
my lack of expression and my ignorance towards you,
for you put me through so much agony-
that i had to sequester myself from the world,
and shut down all my emotions and extracted out my joy,
now i hope for you to learn from your mistakes,
for my avoidance and silence will make you realize my worth!

After giving a thought to it,
I have come across a conclusion.
And,
Its no other than me going;
Rogue !

Or maybe,
Just maybe,
Rebellious

Mysteries ?
Yes, mysteries unsolved.
Have you ever experienced such a phenomena ?
Last night I went to an elegant ball,
I chatted with a dozen women in the corner of the hall,
Never have I seen something so ravishing as her,
Raven hair hanging loose,
A woman in red dress.
Her alluring gaze,
That just swept my feet of the floor.
I walked to where she was,
Shoving the crowd aside,
I arrive at my destination,
And she's gone !
Where could she have been ?

Deep in the woods,
There lived a mysterious girl,
Everyday at 1pm she would come to the forest in a red hood,
And sing songs,
Her melodious voice would ****** in my head,
One day I decided to talk to her,
The moment I set foot in the forest,
It started fogging,
This went on for days,
I would decide to go check up on her,
And it would fog.
Strange,
I was done with this weather,
So I left in the fog,
There she was singing,
I put my hand on her shoulder,
And she vanished,
Leaving behind only her hood.

I've always been slightly frail,
A little doltish as well
If I must say!

Reckless and careless,
I stumble;
on my feet not ready to support myself.

Going in a trance,
An ugly yet beautiful trance.

What am I to do?
If gravity pulls me
towards him.

Again and again,
Why?
I keep making the same mistake.

Falling for someone so recalcitrant,
So demanding
and absurd.

Now that he has left,
I feel;
different.
Not at ease though
But,
just different.

Wondering to myself,
An appropriate word for it.

Oh yes !
I know now
What it is.
Regretful !