To forget me he'd have to leave his body
For I have carved my love deep in his veins.

She had a charm to make everyone fall in love with her.

But this charm of hers turned into a curse forever.

The stars share tales with each other
as they sit around the fire
and they mention of the broken girl who
amazed the world with her smile.
Every one of them burns with envy  
for she shines the brightest in the sky.

The caterpillar has just blossomed out of the cocoon
There's a whole world for it to explore, if you let it fly
She's just the same, fluttering her wings for the flight
Don't cut them off; she's s child not bride.

Too young to understand what's happening to her
She can see all her dreams crashing down in front of her eyes.
Let her play with dolls not kids of her own
Don't ****** away her childhood; she's a child not bride.

She's too scared to even speak up for herself.
As you're putting up her piggy bank of wishes up for a price
A flew jingling coins for you is the clanking of the chains for her.
Don't sell her off like this; she's a child not bride.

She just wants to escape from the nightmare but sadly
The mason jar is too hard to break down for the little butterfly.
She weeps now to turn back into the caterpillar she once was
for she just wants to be a child not bride.

He told me,
"I can't live without you."
He left and he forgot.

It's been years
He crossed my path again.
He is alive while I am not.

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

I collect stones from the places I visit. It's like a bargaining thing. I give that place some part of my soul, a sweet memory and in return I keep a stone.
I like to believe that when I'll be gone, these stones on my grave will guide you to all the places I have ever been to so you can visit them and hear tales about me from the winds of different lands.

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.

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.

When the old man sits to share his tale,
Listen to his words and look deep into his eyes.

You'll forget everything in that moment and
you'll feel as if you are living his life.

The tiles of my room are familiar with my tears.

Even in darkness they know I am crying for you.

He always used the pitcher of ***
To forget the sorrow and pain of this world.

Addicted he was, said he'll never stop drinking
Those were the days when he forgot everything.

With a broken heart, he uncovered his soul
And to hide his scars, he drank some more.

He drank and drank till the effect wore off
By that time all his darkness was gone.

So he threw the empty pitcher of *** away
And cursed and blamed it for making him go astray.

You are always the hardest thing to write about
Because I fear that my words won't do justice to you.

If you think you broke my heart
Let me tell you that you're wrong darling.

You actually broke yourself
Because in my heart only you were hiding.

Bloodshed
Destruction
Cries
Terrorism
Changed her life
Darkness all around
All alone
She asked herself
"Am i dead or alive?"

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.

They mourned over her death
saying that this world lost a gem.
While the soil celebrated and welcomed her
as she made the Earth more poetic
than it ever was before.

Mrs. William asked her students to share their dreams, one day. She smiled as she heard those innocent souls walking to the front and telling their dreams.
"I dream about racing cars, Mrs. William."
"And I dream about being a fairy!"
The colorful aroma of the classroom turned dark as soon as she asked about the dreams of the kid sitting at the last seat.
With untidy clothes and messed up hair, he got up and whispered,
"I dream about the dark things like my father beating me up and my mother always screaming. "

I design our wonderland
in the gaps
between the words
that I scribble down
on nights when the moon
is drunk as well.

I want to kiss a stranger
in such a way that I hand him
all of myself; my body and its weights
so that
maybe for a while,
I can finally find my escape.

I took out your picture, darling,
And stared at it for hours.
I don't know what I felt was hatred
Or it was the same irreplaceable  love.

Though looking at you after ages,
I wanted your lips on mine again
Instead I pushed away those thoughts
And cursed you for all the tears and pain.

These people in the streets call me from names, blaming me for blasphemy.
I don't blame them for their reflection in the mirror is different from the one that I see.

i found myself walking towards you blindly
there was no end, there was no start
just you and my stupid heart.

Like a spider he crawled
and made his net
with strands as strong as steel.
Then he waited for his prey
as he disguised as a butterfly

And I was the unlucky one flying by
on that lucky day.

Destroy all the mosques, the temples and the churches.
And this world will itself witness the difference between
the men of faith and the hypocrites.

I am a drunk and you are a saint.
I find Him when I lose myself
And you find Him in your prayers.

"You don't play fair."
"I know I don't.
Neither does life. Or death.
Or anything that's beyond it or was before it."

***** this
and ***** that.
I am tired
of everything I ever had
been or tried to be.

I need to live
carefree.

lying on the washroom floor
drunk and broken
i closed my eyes and asked God
"do You exist?"

silence.

"prove me."

silence.

the darkness filled in
and my senses turned numb.

i woke up in my grave
"thank you, God. now i know."

The same tips of grass that use to kiss me
when we laid under the open sky
making wishes and dreams
now pinches me like needles
bursting all those little bubbles
of hope that I carry.

Dance.
Paint.
Write.
Sing.


We all are finding our own ways to live.

And when I'll be questioned
on the last day,
I'll tell how I loved
all His men.
For He many forgive me
but I can't expect
anything
from them.

They ask me,
"What is love to you, young one?"
I cringe as I whisper,
"A fear from which I run."

He was scared of dying and she was scared of living
Together they found love in the state of oblivion.

If fear was replaced by love,
All the religions would have merged.

and even though
it scares the **** out of me
but
I have to wake up
and face
my nightmares
every day
all day
all by myself.

I open my eyes and the nightmare begins
I can feel the blood flowing in my veins
It's supposed to keep me alive, but is it?
I don't know, I wish it did.
They tell me I need blood transfusion
medicines and all those supplies.
All that is out of my reach for I belong to
a poor family and prices are too high.
I had dreams to be something great as well
but now I dream to just survive.
It's a battle hard for a kid like me
Is there someone to help me fight?

I close my eyes and the world seems peaceful
for the thought of dying escapes my mind.

There is a whole universe inside you
With cold planets and burning stars
And a vast empty space painted in dark.

But in between all this
I see a fertile land.

Where I can bury myself and blow some life in your stiff heart.

I sat on the edge as the ship sailed through one of the deadliest oceans. I saw the waves dancing wildly with the wind while the sky was furiously crying.
He came and handed me a bottle of wine so I could get drunk till I lose myself. And I did as he sat with me, flirting around. He unstrapped all my weights and removed all the regrets making me realize what I had been missing all my life.
As the empty bottle rolled on the wooden floor, he took me away with him to an unknown yet peaceful place where I truly belonged.  


My lifeless body went down with the ship as I made love with death.

When I fell in love, I lost my identity. I forgot my name, I forgot myself. Every time I looked at the reflection in the mirror, I saw all those marks on my skin where you had kissed. They formed a map that can be traced easily back to a hidden treasure; you.
And that's how I kept you alive, even when you had died.

The winds whisper to me the song of the dead
bits and pieces from the valleys and forests.
It's beautiful yet tragic that makes my heart ache
for every lost soul that's wandering like I am.

He's silently floating in the river of unknown
Wondering which shore will be his home
He's not lost, rather he is himself the light
Like the first song of the dawn
that scares away the demons of the night.

I promised myself it will be the last time
But the monster in my head got greedy
So sorry father I took another pill
I promise this one will be the last time
Trust me.