"Why did you leave?",* they asked.
I just wore a smile and threw a question back,
"Will you still stay if youre no longer happy with what youre doing?"


Sometimes we think that doing what makes you happy really makes you happy. No, no. Youre wrong, man.
I thought being a part of that publication was my dream. Well, maybe it was. Ive been through ups and downs & I almost hang myself on the ceiling just to be part of it. But later I realized, sometimes what makes you happy can hurt you in the least possible way you know how. And that thing could actually **** you.


**And it killed me.

I held my pen so tight.
I squeeze my mind till it bleeds.
I emptied my heart.
I freed myself from pain.


I want to shout.
     I want to hurt others' feelings.
            I want to vociferate.
                  I want you to notice me.
                          Somehow.

It's been months
since the last day we talked
How are you?
Arent you missing me?

Oh, I forgot.
You have someone new.
How is she?
Is she treating you well?

I hope she loves you
More than the way I loved you.
Even if you left me.
I still do.

I dont know why.
Streets are busy doing errands
Night sky's spitting stars.
Sea gives its crashing waves.
And here I am,
Staring blankly at the ceiling
Waiting for 12 midnight
No, im not one of those Disney princesses nor Damsel in distress
Waiting for his prince charming or
A knight in shining armor
Im just a typical lass
Waiting for an ordinary 12 midnight
To finally tell myself
*Im already legit girl