They call me healer
while i suffer from insanity

they call me writer
but i sketch

they call me dreamer
while i collect the ashes of my dreams

they call me innocent
they don't know my sins

they call me talkative
while the words in me die

who am i ??

Pssstt...
Hey you ...
Yes you,
With the hazel eyes
what if i tell you
i'm planning to
capture the moon
in my glass container
and a little bit of night
and a few stars
a trickle of mid night breeze
will you sneak out with me
will you ??

Lets take a walk
by the sea shore
under the midnight sky
listening to the waves
as they tell
those untold stories
that drowned
without saying a word
just drinking in
the beauty of stary night
and feeling the cool wind
against the body...
Living the night to the fullest !!

If only lucky ones
get a good
or a best friend
then surely
i'm the one with
Worst Luck !!

one of those nights
when you crave a friend
who'd listen to
your ******* thoughts
without judging you
and give a soft smile
letting you know
that you are understood
in a way
you wanted to be !!

Locked up in the tower,
she waited
till her last breath
to listen to those magical words
that her prince
was supposed to say
"Rapunzel, Rapunzel !!
let down your hair"
to set her free
to let her love
but destined to die alone
she never got to listen
as nobody ever dared
to speak those words !!

She was sitting by
her window
in her silent room
watching the moon
and the night sky
the sight made her smile
her smile brighter than
the moon light
she kept her gaze locked
on the full moon
as she willingly
ignored the consequences
The moon's pull raised tides
in her brain
giving her thoughts
a voice
so that they were
noticed by world
and then they
called her
LUNATIC !!