We were the pages of the same book,
all these chapters had you and me.
We were meant to be read together,
forever bound in this story.

My words with feelings
resting between your sighs,
each turn over whispered my love,
while kissing your name every time .

As I reached the final page,
with tears falling, I began to think-
our names side by side,
merged forever in the same ink.

Wait---
and suddenly I saw the name,
all this wasn’t fate written.
It was a delusion, a fantasy…
and the author was me.

even when it ended
it stood firmly and
believed in the fate of disguise .
summoning all the wrong words of affirmation
the blessed seeds of my pride.
a new life , will it begin?
Or the shadows will hide it and curse .
again the loop of growth turns into humus,
will it be able to survive?
the surplus of things could harm the authenticity, the right amount will flourish the tomorrow.
And that day when its conviction making all those miseries a pleasant past,
it accepts the end and finds the elegance  in collision.
Thus,
even when it ended
it stood firmly and
believed in the fate of disguise.

Her eyes were monsoon filled with rainy tears,
the clouds of questions made her sun disappear.
Thunderstorms in her heart , shattered her beliefs and the raindrops invaded her skin .

Soaked with the feelings as no shelter can be seen, scenic view of the shower but she wanted the storm to be revoked.

Yearning for the peaceful skies, but all she can hear is rumble. This rumble , made all symphonies within her refrain.

It won't be quiet so when she'll be able to sleep? Even if the rain stops will the resonance let her breathe?

The rainbow's promise after the monsoon
But the monsoon was actually in her psyche.  
She was always scared of the rainfall ,so she can never see the colours strike .