Love
doesn't know who I am
nor knows who you are
Mutual it is
words uttered beyond thinking
actions done beyond imagining

Regret
comes after the words uttered
or after the actions done
Irrevocable it is
one can never fix
one can never repair
for everything's broken

Hurt
comes with Love and Regret
you can never love truly
if it doesn't hurt
same as regrets are not regrets
if there's no hurts' presence

But
if these three weren't felt
then
Happiness
can't be attained

It's like
connecting the dots
You sometimes follow
the wrong direction
Yet, in the end
you'll be right there
at the right destination

I've never been the type of girl
To fall so easily for a guy
But here I am falling for you
And I can't even fathom why

You were just a cafeteria crush
My feelings weren't supposed to grow
But with these food and snack encounters
I found that we've reaped and now we sow

Your cool fingers on my neck
Halt me enough to arch my spine
I know our love wouldn't be tragic
But I can't let history rewind

So I'll let you in eventually
When these walls all finally come down
But if you decide to climb them
Please don't be crushed if you hit the ground

no one ever tell us bout the dark side of life*
the pain never really ends,
its like a stabbing pen,
on this heart of mine...
silent screams that ring into the night...
no one hears....its echoes over and over with all its might..
if only life was simple....cruising through; smelling roses instead of obstacles blackening the countryside....
dreams sustain us through the madness....
the whirlwind, 3ring circus...total mayhem and pandemonium of this so called life...
yet amidst the turmoil... angels are sent...
the people we met, whom we love shaped our destiny,
held us on through love, strength and hope...
the bond we formed will make the path a little less lonely......cherish the short intervals,God's gift to you.......but in the end.... you will have to travel alone......that is also true....

Never fall in love with a poet
for their words are sometimes lies
on occasions they're a shield
on occasions a disguise

They will take you on a journey
upon which they bare their soul
in a bid to ease your burdens
in a bid to make you whole

But in every word they choose
for the stories that they tell
lies a little piece of heaven
and a little piece of hell

Tormented souls we poets are
sometimes quite broken and despaired
in search of lost expressions
missed by others who once cared

Never fall in love with a poet
unless you're prepared to share their pain
to hold them close on the darkest nights
over and again