luster of life is pale.
there are just demonic  fables.
faint songs
humming with deep notes
The cry of a phoenix
mountains tremble
with fear of men

Every time you turn back and realize how beautiful it was
It will make you only wilt
That how dull it is now
That how beauti-dull its going to be..

Turned 17*
in yet another ordinary day..
blind
black
boring..*
Yes there were kind of joy
in my dreams
But the cake was bitter, balloons deflated, grey jacket
withered flowers, self written cards, melted candles
And infinite wait for your call..

17 years of humanly life... earthly
that faint odor of emptiness
Every time you turn back and realize how beautiful it was
It will make you only wilt
That how dull it is
That how beauti-dull its going to be..

And after all
Its me wishing myself
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!

This birthday
Is game of coin-toss day.
I don't know whats head whats tail
Wanting my heart not to fail.

It all depends
Whether
You wish me or not!

Why is it that you walk out everyday
And always he is beside you.
Even when your routine of walking away
has become familiar.
My eyes ache every time
Its a new new feeling..

Why is that you keep smiling again
Only to open my half-pinned eyes
You never let me close them wholly.

Are we really connected enough
as the realm of inner animism
metamorphises into brain waves
I believe the moon acts as messenger
and moonlight as the medium
of our thoughts, love and feelings.

And yet
I spent the entire night
gazing and talking to the moon
hoping you are at the other end....

Why is it that most beautiful dreams
come to me
just the night before exams?

I found the answer
My exams are romantic
After finishing the paper I could stare on her
for hours.