I know she hurt you.
She took all your love and then she left. And now, here I am, ready to pick up the pieces. Even when the pieces of myself are still untouched, still sting by the one who hurt me. I know about the nights you cry yourself to sleep, tell me it’ll pass soon. I know how it hurts. Because I’ve been there. I’ve hurt like you have. I want to hold you in the most innocent, yet intimate way. And let my endless love seep through me and into you, to dry your tears, steal your sadness. I want you to smile at me the way you smiled at her. I want you to feel my love. I want you to know of my love. But how can I say what it is that I feel, when you are the thunder before the storm and I am the puddle after? When I am not worthy of your sunshine? How then, can you love the girl, who cannot truly trust her own love?

Restless souls.
Caged in glass cabins,
And sprouting steel rods
Encase brittle skeletons
Writhing upon mute white sheets
Beneath a hostile white sky
White curtains, white tubelights, white aprons, white walls
And gradually whitening eyes.
Have I not seen enough of white now?

Here, where once again
Life hangs in a mesh of wires, transparent tubes, beating monitors.
Where existance is a hoax
Of fluctuating lines, blue and green,
Of limping dreams, unheard, unseen.

Everything is same, only roles are reshuffled.
Replete with frequent woes, of double ailments,
There are moments
Between two suns
When I am lost
In hollowness of being.
Wondering whether
"It is really beautiful to die together"