You will be loved
Loved deeply, by a poet,
You will be narrated
In a verse
And be flattered by its complexity
You will fall for his honest rhyme
And drown in the melody of his singing words
You would want to curl in the meter
Of his thoughts
And hunt for his raw desires
You will be loved
Deeply, honestly and plainly,
By a poet.

It's not that I have lost faith and trust over the world
It's just that
I have learnt to not show the depth of the same
It's just that
I have learnt to act neutral
Don't mistake me
For I am not pretending
I am just hiding the scares
Of my honest past.

Deep down
I want to jump and dance the way I used to
But then I fear the joy to be caught
By the eyes of hollow love
And break me into infinite pieces
And leave me
Paralyzed

I was an extrovert
Before I unraveled the mystery behind the sugar dipped smiles
Before I analysed the well spoken lies;
Before i discovered the hypocrisy of a good gesture
Before I learnt about the phony luxuries pleasures;
Before I heard the tale of overrated love
Before I saw the laugh devilishly hiding the hurt;
Before I noticed the dishonesty of scared friendships
Before I pictured the fate of shallow relationships.
I was an extrovert!
For I believed in expressed words!
For I never felt
The calm peace experienced by an introvert.

I
Prefer the dark
Over the phony lights!

I
Prefer the dark
Over the phony lights!

I like the dry leaves

I like the ruggedness they develop over time

I like the moisture ridden texture

I like their state

Which would never change!

I like the fact

That they look strong

And yet weekly how they fall for the direction of the breeze.

I like the dry leaves

And their unheard symphony!