He let, his soul, loose
purposefully
to get lost in the
dark alleys
of forbidden land
wandering
with nowhere to go
searching
for his missing pieces
leaving behind
nothing
but a faint trace
of his scent mixed with hope
in the acrid air
hope...
that someday
someone will actually
make an effort
to find his lost soul
and make him
complete.

I'm tired
pretending to be strong
playing "i don't care" game
hiding behind happy masks
faking beautiful smiles
putting on the "good girl" facade
living my life their way
stopping the tears from flowing
building my walls higher and higher
When all i want to do is
to Scream
to Yell
to let my tears
roll down my cheeks
to let them know
that i exist
to live my life my way
to let my heart, beat
on a new rhythm
but then
i'm scared
of the consequences
of the destruction
i will bring
and its then
i take in a deep breath
and let the silence
take over.

The words she scribbled
were not about her
but still
they concealed a part of her soul
because
they were her horcrux !!
For all her life
she waited for someone
who'd read all
of her writings
to find her pieces
and put them together
to make her whole
but no one ever tried
so she lived
entrapped in her
horcruxes
as a prisoner of immortality !!

He was like
an ancient book
she wanted to
read him
word by word

He was like
a mysterious castle
she wanted to
explore his
every path

He was like
a jumbled up puzzle
she wanted to
solve him
piece by piece

He was like
an old wine
she wanted to
taste him
sip by sip

He was like
a locked door
she wanted to
open so,
kept on knocking

He was like
a lost soul
she wanted to
find him
but never could !!

Sitting on the rocking chair
in the dark corner
of his dimly lit study
with gaze transfixed
on the steam rising
from the coffee mug
he rolled cigarette
between his fingers
caressing his forehead
with other hand
he put the cigarette
between his lips
and
inhaled the bitter smoke
with a hope that
it will be the antidote
to her memories
poisoning his soul
cigarette after cigarette
pack after pack
inhaling, exhaling...
Drowning himself
in the greyness of smoke
to the world outside,
he was nothing
but an addict
but little did they knew
that it was his only way
to save himself
to build the thick wall
of acrid smoke
between him and her ...

Sometimes
i want you
to be the Title
of my next story
but then
writing your story
would mean
telling the world
about
your scars
that never healed
your wounds
that always bleed
your battles
that never end
your pain
that you always hide
it's only then
i dont want to
write your story !!