There's so much to say
Yet so less to speak
Hundreds of things to scribble about
Yet not a drop of ink blotting the white sheets.

The scars of her soul, the pain in her teary eyes
So much to express, honey
Yet she hides it all
Behind that charismatic smile!

I look in the mirror and feel sorry
For those who have to "tolerate" me, every single day.

But I'm glad for the ones who already left.
Cause, I'm sure I wouldn't have stayed with me, either.

Months ago:

Me: I'm sad
My soul: It's just a phase for it shall pass.

Now:

Me: I'm happy today
My soul: Its just a phase for it shall pass

I have forgotten how
real happiness tasted like.
I no longer remember
the last time when I wore an actual smile.

Now, I hardly believe in the
"happy v/s the sad" days
For now, its
"worse v/s the worst" days..

And they say
"Be nice to people"
scoffs
As if they return the favour back
viz,
Me = Rude

Sometimes I wake up
in the morning
only to wait for the
night to take over the sky
And the sun to bid its early good bye.

And hence I'll make love to
the winsome moonlight.

Broken strings
Off-tuned notes
Worn out picks
Wrecked lyrics

Look how you broke her heart
just like a shattered guitar.