My ways of affection have never been conventional.
Even when I was little,
I used to bite my brother to show him that I loved him.
I will never be that type of girl,
the one that says, ‘You’re hair looks good today’
But rather
I will be the girl that
lightly touches your hair and smiles.
I will rarely say, ‘You look good today’
But I will tug the collar of your shirt because it looks good on you.
Us holding hands will be rare,
But I will lightly graze my nails on your palms like spreading fire.
We will never kiss in public,
I’ll nuzzle my head into your chest though,
I may even nuzzle my nose against your hair and hug you.
I won’t be the one to say ‘I love you’ first,
And even if you say it first,
It’ll take me a very, very long time to say it back
Days,
Weeks,
Or
Months even.
And when I do say ‘I love you’ for the first time,
It won’t be what you expect
It’ll be a ‘You’re such a ******’
Or a ‘I really like being around you’.
I hope you take the time to learn these things,
I hope you give me a chance despite them.”

I'm tired of being strong.
I'm tired of being blamed when something goes wrong.
I'm tired of understanding other people's feelings.
I'm tired of listening to what other people are saying.
I'm tired of always smiling;
When I know i'm already drowning.
I'm just tired of all the pretendings;
Knowing you'll never even notice what's happening.

Which is worse?
To be the one who leaves
Or the one who sees others leave
That is the question

The latter, in my opinion
To see the people you love, leave
And you continue doing the things
You always did, except

This time, there are holes
Holes where the people used to be
Holes where there could be new memories
Holes in your heart, for friends turned family

The hardest is to let go
Move on with your life
But the weekly reminder does not help me so
Only prompts me who isn't there

once the world was peaceful now its seems so strange
each and everyday the world it seems to change
violence on the streets there for all to see
not the friendly world like it used to be.

countries fighting wars people getting killed
all around the world blood is getting spilled
global warming changing the worlds become as mess
changing everthing causing much distress.

whats happened to the world now it seems so strange
guess we sit and wait for the winds of change.

There are no boundaries, so why do I feel like I'm boxed in?
You chose your path right? Hmm but who supplied your options?
Lets get this right. If someone presents you options in your life,
then already your path is manipulated.
So who simulated your decisions for where you are now situated?
Your friends and family speak but who's thoughts are
coming out of their mouth .
Is that something you've even thought about?
I dare you to describe me,
I'm sorry but the colour of my face and a place can't define me.
Nothing can surprise me, how much do we respect ourselves,
If how much money you make gives you a place in this society.
I guess we've never known anybody our whole life, because ever since you came out of your mother.
We've been getting moulded, corrupted and watched on by big brother.

What if I find someone who sings me to sleep every night
But I still hear your voice even in a crowded room?

What if I find someone who makes my heart beat so fast that it might burst
But my breathing almost stops every times you walk by?

What if I find someone whose touch is as warm as the blanket
But I can't drink my morning coffee without thinking about your brown orbs?

What if I find someone who takes me to another world with his spell
But I can't even  imagine myself being in different picture with you?

*Darling,
What if you have found someone new,
But I can't even get rid of your shadow?