The streets and houses were the same as before
Only now they held the ghosts of our past.

It was like getting a second chance to live
But I chose to face death again.
I guess that was my addiction.

I sat there in a coffee shop, alone on a winter's night.
Holding my regular cappuccino topped with foam milk
I stared blankly into the cup hoping something to cross my mind.

The aroma of the coffee reminded me of some blurry memories
And the dark brown color seemed like the color of his eyes.
I sat there in a coffee shop, alone on a winter's night.

The warmth of the cup that gave me chills yet comforted me
were a proof how everything went back to him every time.
I sat there in a coffee shop, alone on a winter's night.

The bitter sip traveled down my throat with
a pinching effect but it felt so *******, to my surprise.
I sat there in a coffee shop, alone on a winter's night.

I licked the last bits of the foam from my lips, oh that delight!
I smiled to myself as I placed the empty cup back on the table.
I sat there in a coffee shop, satisfied on a winter's night.

You keep everything valuable covered with the fear
that it's beauty might be ruined with dust.
Yet you uncover yourself with the fear
that you might not be 'valuable' for this world.

They compared her with the mighty things
Like a volcano wanting to erupt or a delicate glass vase
Little did they know that she was just dreaming of escaping
Somewhere far away, somewhere to a better place.

I found myself drowning in the great old Black River. I was struggling to swim but a huge weight pulled me down into the darkness. I looked around and what I saw, made me scream. The bubbles of the air, that I was saving, were the last thing I saw as I got free from the struggle and let my body float wherever the waves would take me.

I was pulled down by the ugly version of myself.

Oh Madam Honk,

That black ribbon of yours is tied the same way
I wonder if you see it now, what would you say.

I wanted to sleep but the words kept me up.
They entered my mind and tried travelling to my heart
But before they could do that, I spilled them out on the paper.
I can't let anyone enter that broken **** again, not even words.

Oh Madam Honk,

It's autumn again
And how I desperately wait.
It's been months, please return
As you did the last autumn
The leaves are falling down
Like my hopes, with passing days.
You were the spring I cherished
Oh! It's autumn again.

In the street where every kid was wearing a costume for Halloween
Little Mike was in his regular shorts and tee.
He rang the bell and looked up at the horrific looking lady.
With his innocent eyes fixed on the box of candies
He cheerfully sang "Trick or Treat"
She leaned in and asked, "Well what are you dressed up as, sweetie?"
He looked at his feet, "I am the worst kind of monster, Mrs. Lauren.
I am dressed up as a human being."

She was pretty messed up but unlike everyone else, she used it as an excuse to create wonders that no one else could.
She painted her soul with her finger tips and sang her heart out while dancing on the strings of a guitar.

The world called her some insane and crazy freak.
Little did they know that she was different and unique.

I never found death to be sad and heart breaking. Death is beautiful.
What sad and heart breaking is the good bye that leads to death faced daily.

Perfectly packed tubes of paint cannot create any art
Until they are torn and messed up, like a broken heart.

Hanging onto the life with grey hair and wrinkled face.
She proved the world that nothing could steal away her grace.

The wolves howled. The full moon appeared from between the clouds. The shadows approached me as they chanted in an unfamiliar language. I could feel fear creeping up in my bones. I was never scared of the dark. I was scared of losing myself. My heart stopped beating as the smokeless fire stood a few feet away. I was petrified. He was satisfied. I let out a cry. He passed a cunning smile. There was no where to run. I knelt down and prayed to the Only One. *Oh Lord! Please take my soul before it enters the dark.

I woke up from a nightmare. I couldn't sleep any longer. I wore my cloak and sat in candle light with my type writer. My mind was not present where my body was. I was wandering in the wonderland through my words. Thak thak thak. One by one, the memories started to form a shape. The mansion in the middle of lavender field. Your clothes laying on the floor. The family picture on the side table. I wanted you so much that I actually believed it was all real. But as the sun came up, my words betrayed me again.

They ask me,
"What do you want to be when you grow up?"
I look around and say,
"Anything but these who call themselves adults."

The Earth flirts with the moon
As it steals away all the glory at night.
While Jupiter keeps searching
between the moons for a star to shine.

Tear off these clothes from your body
And let the warm water wash the stains
From your skin as you sink deeper
In the bath tub of sorrows and pain.

The darkness had took over the land
And people were forced to hide
The dark lords remained the same
Just changed their masks from time to time.
They brainwashed the innocent ones
Injected them with their lies.
Maybe that's why no one noticed
That the black color was not the real light.

In that darkness, a flame was born
Who was different from the blinds
He broke from the chains of slavery,
Ignited a green and red fire.
He stood against the dark lords
For his land, he dedicated his life.
Today the people have woken up
and every one of them is ready to fight.

He asked me,
"Why do you always write about me?"
I sighed,
"Because I can own you through my words only."

In the dark dark corner
of our secret little land
We sat side by side
when you turned and leaned in,
planted a soft kiss
in the hollow part of my neck
Then whispered to my heart
"Please don't ever leave me."
There and then,
I promised
making the stars as the witness
as you marked me yours
that I'll never leave.

When she picked the pen up, she created wonders that left him awestruck.
She made the whole universe dance around her words.
And unknowingly she exchanged all his darkness with her soul.

Tonight I am calling out all the creative souls who have seen this world from a different eye.

Tonight I invite you to celebrate your gifts as we'll all get drunk around the fire.

Tonight I want you to let yourselves dance freely, leaving your worldly bodies behind.

Tonight I assure you that this world will witness a cluster of stars shining in the sky.

They tell me I waste too much time flirting with the stars
They don't know the pleasure it gives to my cold heart.

We all are fighting wars inside us,
as we wear the masks of peace and love.

She asked me,
"Do you still miss me like before?"
I sighed, "No."
And with that said, I lit up another cigarette to smoke.

I visited the wonderland after ages
I was welcomed in the same old way.
The lavenders performed a splendid show
Reminding me of the last May.

The mansion was as we left it,
holding all the memories we made.
Your clothes were laying on the floor near bed.
I still remember how I allowed you to invade.

The family photo was hanging in the gallery
showing off one of my greatest achievements.
Those trips to London, Paris and New York,
a new adventure on every weekend.

The empty rooms haunt me now
but I am holding it all with a thin strand.
(If you ever want to return, darling,
Just come back to our Wonderland.)

The hate is smoking my soul tonight.
I am trapped in illusions and reality.
I cringe as the thoughts invade my mind.


*I never wanted you to leave me.

I saw her daily, getting dressed up for the battle as she wore her armour and polished her swords.
She'd look at a warrior in the mirror and smile, despite all the battle scars which had become her identity.
The white flag had not danced with the wind yet she had already won.

Her name now shines bright in the pages of history.

They tell me,
"You are so young to write about this much pain, child."
They don't know
about all the different personalities that I hide inside.

I smoked your love in and enjoyed
as it burned my lungs
making me feel invincible and free.
Sorry my love,
But I just got high to
puff out the clouds of poetry.

Rustic colors of an autumn leaf,
Makes death look so beautiful.
Lifeless it lay telling tale of those naked trees
It once used to be a part of.
A poet's inspiration, a lover's song
The sky at the time of the dawn.

Now it accompanies me
As I lay in my grave,
For the birds have flown south.

"Sir, do you know that lady in black?"

A volcano erupted, a glacier melted.
The world came crashing down on him.
The time stopped and he got lost
In a flashback of the memories
that he had buried.
A candle danced, his animal advanced.
Every single wall turned into dust.
In the dark, he lost his guard
and loved her till
he fulfilled his lust.
The fire stub out, minds filled with doubt.
The space between them started to grow.
He aimed the darts and broke her heart.
She entered the darkness
and turned all cold.

"I am sorry sir, but I don't think I know her."

They told me it's a cruel place.
I should keep my voices down.
They trapped me in this cage
Asked me to not flap my wings around.
Suffocated, I began to bleed
My words out on paper
Which now the world reads.


*You can never imprison a writer.

I remember staying up
all night just to watch
the stars with you.
Side by side,
we made a castle
based on promises
and dreams.
We took the stars
as witness
and lit up the
candle of our
dreams in the
darkness of that
night.

Little did we know
that the same stars
would witness the
evasion of that castle
by the darkness of
the world.

They met after years.
He was alone, smoking a cigarette while she was with another man.

"Why are you with him?", he asked her with a cracking voice.
She looked down at her feet and said,
"Because he never cared enough to explore my dark side."

I remember we were standing on the edge of the world.
You showed me your scars, I offered you my soul.
In that moment, we felt invincible and mighty
Conquering the undiscovered, fighting battles for the throne.

How does it feels,
When you fight against yourself?
How much it hurts,
When you can't fight well?
How does it feels,
When you raise sword in defense?
How much it hurts,
When those wounds start to swell?
How does it feels,
When you have no hope to conquer?
How much it hurts,
When you can't control any longer?
How does it feels,
When it slips from your hands?
How much it hurts,
When you can't hold it back?
How does it feels,
When your opponent gets stronger?
How much it hurts,
When you are forced to surrender?


In the battle field,
I whispered silently,
"I am tired of fighting
*Fighting every time against me"

When the darkness took over everything, people hid inside their houses but her.
She faced the darkness and witnessed the dead, until she turned into both; dark and dead.

The cold breeze pinched my skin,
as the moon appeared from between the clouds.
I was strapped down on a stone table
And the wolves had already started to howl.

From the shadows they came as a pack;
Hidden faces and black robes.
Holding the silver dagger of the snake,
they encircled around the table of stone.

Declaring the yellow moon as their witness,
in the bowl of terror, they lit the fire.
Then took a drop of my blood and chanted
"This is for the mare of the dark night"

The voices* called my name in the dark
I knew I had no choice left.
My whole body shivered and rose up in the air
I was several inches above my bed.

The shadow approached me and touched my lips.
I could feel every muscle tightening.
My heartbeat stopped and veins dried out
As it whispered, "Let the ceremony begin."

I never understood her.
But then she was never meant to be understood.
She made the complexity and confusion look like a beauty itself.
The craziness around her was too much for anyone to handle.
No one believed in her but me.


*I called her my Wonderland.

Read
till the words
are tattooed on your skin
and the ink is absorbed in your blood.

Read
till the stories
are your reality
and the characters make you fall in love.

Read
till every page
is familiar to you
Like your arteries and veins.

Read
till the last breath.
Then pick up a new book
And live again.

Kissing you was like
getting lost in a candy store.
Too much sweetness
Yet I always wanted more.

All those colorful feelings
little moments of happiness.
I kept on kissing
But I never confessed.





I miss those sweet treats
And the magic they created.
The candy store is gone now
And I only know what I had tasted.