She was the one
always working hard
obeying the elders
never letting her heart lead
sacrificing her wishes
suffocating the dreams
as she was the good girl
They told her
to follow her heart
always ...
to let go and
live to the fullest
only complicating
her already arduous life
as it made stronger
her rebellious side
making it hard for her
to obey the orders
for once she listened
and let her heart have its way
and it was then
they called her a **Bad girl

Let me write a happy poem
and paint it seven colors

Red for the burning passion
and orange shows emotions

Yellow for the friends i made
and green for peace and truce

Blue showing the calm ocean
that steer my ship slow motion

indigo wings that help me fly
so high in violet sky

Seven colors to paint my life
and hide the blackening rife !!

the words
creating havoc
echoing in the vast emptiness
of soul as they strike
against the high walls
built to keep them
within,
Turning deaf ear
to the inner chaos
she wore a smile
and
became the part of **crowd

I don't know how or why
but he saw himself in her
though they were miles apart
destined to remain strangers
forever...
He felt protective of her
because he knew
what pain could do to her
as he had been there
at the verge of pain
He feared her suffering
from self torture
because he loved it too,
he tried his best to save her
because by saving her
He was Saving Himself !!

They called him
procrastinator
but he only was
apprehensive of the fact
that his words
may go unrewarded
he always was so reluctant
to mold his feelings into words
and voice them out
that was only why
she never heard one reason
of why she should stay
losing her all hopes
tired of aimless wait
she decided to leave
he tried to say those words
but it was too late
drowning in the sea of regrets
his apprehension transformed
into full blown fear
about his words
going to waste
and remain unnoticed
it was then he decided
to follow his heart
and to never let his fear
make him lose
what he loves !!

It's all about the game
the game of speaking words
if said right on time
one could conquer worlds

words that could hurt
words that could heal
words that could help you
forget what you feel

beware of the words
they could make you fall
for the deadly trap
abandoned by them all

playing with the words
is a dangerous act
but they were both players
best of the best !!

misapprehended by the world,
she was the outcast
trying to survive life
her only lifeline were
the words of her stranger
that he gifted her
every day
then one day,
his words abandoned
her soul
leaving it all alone
in the middle of
a barren desert
under the blazing sun
to be scorched, wither and  die ...
Housing the grave
of her dead soul with in
she was then
the desolated remains
of what
she was once !!

His eyes ...
The most beautiful
shade of emeralds
deep as jungle
holding many secrets
reflecting his emotions
his smile lighting up
the golden flecks
in his iris
like the sunlight dancing
in the lush green meadows
his demons turning
gold flecks into black streaks
like shadows ready to
take over the jungle
but
the moment her hazel eyes
looked into his emerald ones
she knew
she was lost in the deep
jungles
never to be found again !!

She was an ordinary girl
walking down the jilted path
questioning the existance
searching for answers
unfolding the mysteries
reading the souls
writing about fears
learning people by heart
guarding her secret
wearing a smile ...
fighting her battles
making them aware of
her ordinary existance !!

He wanted to be found
and to never get discovered
He wanted to be solved
using an equation
that no one could ever
figure out
He wanted to be an answer
no mind could ever
fathom
He wanted to be sorted out
so that he'll be an
organized mess
He wanted to be known
by the world
without they knowing
who he is
He wanted to make her
fall for him
with her heart oblivious
of this fact
He wanted to be a fact
yet to remain a mystery !!

no one knew about his demons
and so he kept it  
a secret
that he never shared
even with himself.
His demons grew stronger
feeding on his only fear
of getting exposed
to world as
man with demons
trapped inside,
they bit and
clawed his soul ...
And now the world
knew him as
man with ragged soul !!

They were perfect strangers
connected through words
not knowing the names
separated by worlds
helping each others find
the lost pieces of their souls !!

She kept her emotions
under her head
ignoring always
whatever heart said

she let her brain lead
cause she had a fear
that she'll get hurt
if she lend heart an ear

she had seen people
who followed their hearts
and ended up broken
with the ugly scars

she decided to do
what she deemed wise
locking her heart alone
muffling it's cries

her brain eased the pain
as her heart bled
changing it's color
to pitch black from red

she witnessed her failure
and soul falling apart
she could do nothing
as she was cursed by heart.

He was a man
with a happy face
people always trying
to be him
He was a charmer
for the world
a perfect husband
for his wife
a hero and a teddy
for his daughter
he knew the trick
to make them smile
but little did they all know
He was a man with Masks
and he knew to use them well
It was only Him,
his demons
and his diary
who knew
the Real Him !!

Black coffee
running in her system
was the only thing
keeping her warm
as the cold wind
continued to
mercilessly strike against
her body
and its bitter taste
lingering on her taste buds
helped her to mask
the bitterness of memories
that eroded her soul
as she stood there
on her balcony on a
winter eve.

The first ray
touched the horizon
marking the end
of the dark night
sky shrugged off
the dark attire
blushing a shade of crimson
as the warm rays
of winter sun
lingered on horizon
she stood there
holding her coffee mug
watching sky hide
itself with the
winter mist
as sun whispered
sweet nothings and
made morning sky
blush harder
those were the moments
she loves to steal
everyday
when its just
her
a coffee mug
and
the sunrise !!

Night starts fading,
stars begin to yawn;
time slowly drifts towards
the most awaited dawn...

She knew,
she was different
and that
she wont fit in
they'd never accept her
as the real her
she knew
there are boundaries
always to be kept
and
there are lines
never to be stepped on
that there are limits
never to be crossed...

They knew
she was different
and that
being different was
not here choice
it was in her
like an instinct
and knew the chances
of her dying
if they tried to
change her
but still
they ordered her to
change !!

Surrendering to them
just to be accepted
and
to be normal
like others
she decided to change
and
after fighting a war
killing her dreams
and a part of her soul
she was finally able
to supress her
wired side and
was Ordinary
like others !!

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 !!

Sometimes ...
Its best
to let go
to fall apart
to shatter
to brun down
to ashes
but
then it's bestest
to rebulid
to rise
to put things together
piece by piece
beautifully
removing the ugly bits
remolding,
reconstructing..
to make melody
out of sorrow
and
smile out of pain !!

I hope that one day
fate will bring someone
in my life
with whom
i'll live my
"Happy Everafter"
Who will love me
when my face
will be wrinkled
and i'll be no longer
beautiful
who will have
to loudly ask
for his glasses
as i may not be
wearing my hearing aids
Who will just smile
and tell me
where my stick is
as i may suffer
from a slight dementia
and
who'll just hold
my hand and
reassure me
that it was just a cat
running on the roof
of OUR house
and there is
nothing to worry about !!

He was her lake
where every night
she'd transform
under the moonlight
into a princess
from a swan white
one day he left
blinded by daylight
trapped as a swan
she was a sad sight.

Beautiful faces
poisonous words
turn air
more acrid
starting a chain reaction
causing dreams
to rust and die.

Under his
intense gaze
she witnessed
world fading
into nothingness
as she felt
herself evaporate !!

The darkness
trickled down
the window pane,
temperature dropped down
a bit,
silence grew thicker
as her heart skipped
a beat,
atmosphere reeked fear,
she ****** in a breath
as she heard her
inner demons knock
at her soul's door !!

"You are insane"
they make sure to
remind me this
every single day

"i know" and smile
is the only reply
i come up with
every single day

it hurts now
more than yesterday
the agony grows
every single day

someone tell them
just to stop
don't make me, hate me
every single day

i feel left out,
can't find the strenght
to smile and shine
every single day.

What if i tell you
its not the Writing
that i'm addicted to
its the Power
the power to create
the power to make reader
feel for the characters
that dont even exist in real
the power to convert letters
in to words,
words in to sentences,
sentences into story,
story doped with feelings
that make people laugh
that make them cry
that makes them sad
and happy too
whatever YOU want
them to Feel !!

Those
winter mornings
when
air stands still
sky feels grey
trees hold their breath
sun covered in mist
silence drips from clouds
like they all are
grieving for
a broken heart
or
a dead dream !!

For world,
he is a strong man
a soldier
fighting the bad
defending his land
brave enough
to stand against a million
defiant enough to
make the first move
confident much
to never miss a target
ruthless enough
to **** the enemy
with bare hands
but for a little girl
back at home
he is a teddy bear
who will wipe her tear
a ray of hope and light
a Dad
who makes every thing
go right !!

Her heart
was like
an ancient book
burried deep in
the golden sand of
the forbidden tomb,
hidden in a barren desert...

He was so determined
to find that heart...
after years of hardship
He found her heart
not interested in decoding
the inscript,
he never tried to read
or understand the book,
and just kept that heart
as a trophy ...

Far away,
in another land
lived an archealogist
who through his whole life
only learnt to decode
the ancient script
only to read that book
but was coward enough
to never start the journey
so he just lived there
longing for her heart...

The only thing
keeping him sane
and
taming his demons,
the only thing
soothing his pains
and
vaporizing his worries
was the
night sky...
He knew,
he was falling hard
for night sky
but could do nothing
about it..
As Love has its very own
strange ways
to captivate a Heart !!

Her smile was
warm enough
to thaw his
frozen heart.

Once again
i'm here
to blow off the steam
to mould my thoughts
into words famothable
to clear my mind
from all crap
that reality has managed
to put in
I dont know
what to write
or how to write
the only thing i know
is that
i have to write
to keep my sanity intact...

She tried
to paint pain
on the canvas
but failed
cause..
sometimes the pain
must only
be felt
and not portrayed !!

Known as the beast,
He actually was the
cursed prince,
his only parts that were human
were his beautiful heart
and the crystal blue eyes
that held so much pain
mixed with hope
to find his Beauty
who, with her True Love,
will break the spell
but
the beauty was too blind
to look beyond his ugly appearence,
to drown in his crystal blue eyes,
and
to fall in love with his
beautiful heart
the hope in his eyes died one day
the curse grew stronger
and now he was
The Beast by Heart !!

The change in air -
Marking the new beginings
as the summer sun
starts weaving its cocoon
and weather morphs
its nastiness to Charm

#Winters