Till I met her, I knew
I was the most *******
appreciated By few
among Thousands I knew

And then Every thing changed
the day I met her
upside down, Every thing turned

Her madness, Unlimited
rushed my Adrenaline
Her crazy Deeds, unimaginable
gave Me goosebumps
Her love, Unprecedented
filled life in  my life

She is my boon
She is My Bane
If people were Rain
I was Drizzle
She was Hurricane

Isn't this odd
That I feel so strange
at myself doing things
to please others but which
I, myself am not convinced enough
to make sense for myself?
Or...

Is it quite natural??

What if a day
While trying to set
The sun gets aborted suddenly
And life comes to end.

What if a day
Ganges or Mississippi
Experience menopause
Feeling how long have been wasted
Their inexhaustible fertility.

May be
Tomorrow is the day
When sky decides to fall back
Can it handle that much of depletion for infinity?

I am confident
Such days are not afar
When earth loses its ability to conceive
And the seeds of human desires
Will die untimely death.

Oh! all good thing are not forever
A poet may not see things beautiful always
Some truths get fertilized before
Nightmares are born.

Down by the riverside, on a log right next to the water, I sit.
I stare at a point across the river, letting the sunlight reflect into my eyes. The ripples travel across the river. I see myself in the river.
I think back to the good times we had. We laughed, we smiled, we enjoyed the moments. I gave you my heart, and you gave me yours.
I gave you my heart, held together with tape, hoping that you would treat it with care...
I hoped, but it didn't happen.
You broke my heart, crushed it like a bug.
My heart has now shattered into millions of tiny splinters, and it will be virtually impossible to tape it back together.
All because you decided to squeeze in my heart a little too hard...