You left me heartbroken
I was shattered
I felt miserable
It felt like my entire world had collapsed
But you also left me stronger and wiser
It wasn't easy to move on
I had loved you
I had trusted you
But those never meant anything to you
And so i told myself that i wasn't going to waste my tears over someone who wasn't worth it
I deserve better

When i think about you
My thoughts seem to have a proper sense of purpose and direction
They feel much more organized and beautiful
Rest of the times they just seem scattered all around
You had once asked me as to what i like about you
It's hard to pinpoint what i like about you in particular
Truth be told...
...it's a little bit of everything
I love your child-like smile
Those beautiful deep blue eyes..
..almost like the sea
I love your smell..
..it's intoxicating
I love your sweet voice
I like tasting your lips
I love holding you in my arms
I love the things you say to cheer me up when i feel low
I love how you motivate me to keep improving myself as a person
I love how you make me smile just with your illuminating presence
I love your long locks
I like playing with them
Running my fingers through them
I love your sense of calmness
I love your incredible mental strength
I love your demeanour..
..so relaxed,so quiet and yet expressive
And above all i enjoy our companionship
You're a blessing in my life
And i thoroughly and sincerely cherish you
Thank you for being a part of my existence
You provide it with a significant meaning

Part of her is scarred

and she wraps that spot

with scarves, high collars

or extra mascara.

Remnant traces

ring her shoulder.

Embittered echoes
careen 
around her brain.

His self-inflicted torture

spills over onto her

as his crazed lashes
strike her 
bone deep.


Musty smells

from those moments

linger among
her nostril mucus.

She carries on

unable to attain

her forgiveness.

.
A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It's the tears that trickle with radiance through words.
     It's a treasure trove that hides but longs to
     be found.
          It's a book shelved high that wants to
          be read.
               It's the freest of all birds caged but
               unbound...

A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It doesn't beat to the capable strokes of the artist.
     It doesn't pump in the most vibrant of
     colours.
          It doesn't wield a paintbrush to
          translate its thoughts.
               But it can see through the eyes of
               painters...

A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It doesn't conform to the conventional parameters of lyrics.
     It doesn't bind itself to the requirements
     of musical harmony.
          It doesn't follow the conventions of
          genres.
               But it sings its voice loud without
               restrictions of melody...

A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It's an open secret, that whispers in metaphoric codes.
     It's an exploding universe, that merges
     back into galaxies.
          It's a sought after painting, that boasts
          of unfathomable beauty.
               It's an everlasting song, that echoes
               within the poet that embodies...