with 23 years of breathing away
today as i walk down these lanes
with lots of words but nothing much to say
staring through these not so familiar window panes
every face i see here seems to be known
passing me by as if to greet me even tomorrow
with bluest of sky and chilly wind blown
i look at the church and the enormous tree with sorrow
because with each fleeting moment
and ticking of this life clock
my heart's getting full of the sentiment
-nostalgia brimming, ending my writer's block
because i miss the days when i wore red
and my only stress was to score good on a test
but now i have some serious issues to deal with in my head
that even though i am home yet trudge through i a tempest
my soul craves solace and this body needs benediction
to the place i belong shall make me whole again, i pray with conviction

day by day, bit by bit, word by word
she brought herself back to this world
breathing life into her half dead corpse
she screamed back to life devoid of any hopes
what seemed colourful yesterday was back to being black
a grief so severe that made her broken heart crack
it took a toll on her head that was in a disarray
figuring out why this happened to her in this very way
when every vulnerability, every fear of hers was rubbed in her face
thought she to herself was this person ever truly her safe place?
what does it matter now, because to him it never did
-"move on, move along"-until you find your next bid!
but some of us don't really fill our voids with replacements
all we can do is feel and focus on our repairment
we will never see a future with someone if we don't let go of our past
if you want a new beginning you can't let your old ending last

oh holy father forgive her for her sins
since she's a loner lost has she been
looking out for herself in forlorn forests
clueless wanderer who walks for miles before she rests
but after being thrown to the wolves has she realised
there's nothing out of question for humans, nothing to surprise
for they'll feed onto your body until they get to your soul
destroying you so thoroughly is their only goal
so she stopped being nice and took reins of her life in her hands
unafraid she led on to conquer those chauvinist lands
too godly gold and too ****** bold for your taste
she was that catch that you missed in your haste
so now she owes nobody a dime
moving flawlessly, her body so sublime
she's too pretty to shed tears for the likes of you
a face like hers isn't meant for your view
so now that she's survived hell she ain't scared of nothing
she's a daunting devil who has an angel's face and wings

all along these years wondered i
why did all those people and poets die
writing about something that seizes to exist
a feeling so unnatural that makes humans twist
from the inside out, filling each one with doubts
-what is love? why do we fall in love?
neither the mystery of the cosmos nor the heaven above
has made us as curious as this emotion as such
everyone has been infected with a simple touch
oh lord, do we even need it so much?
all this does is make us weak
rob us of our ability to sleep and speak
grown men cry and beautiful women are brought to their knees
is it even worth all the fiasco, can anyone tell me pretty please?
caring about someone to a point of self-destruction
or smiling through unrequited feeling for someone else's satisfaction
how is all this fair, think to myself i
to be with him, is it ohkay to even lie?
maybe the world would be a better place without men and women wanting to explore
this feeling of damnation that shakes them to their very core
how do you unlove somebody? how do you get a grip of your own heart?
that knows no logic when it comes to that person upon seeing whom it kick starts
but it's a ***** that makes you a fool
i wish i was taught about it more at school
maybe then i would have saved myself of this confusion and madness
because real love is served with an illusion of joy with lots of sadness

what is it about your darkness that draws me in,
your deep voice or the thought of your hands on my skin?
what is it about your eyes that make me burn the instant they connect with mine,
two bottomless pools of blue, like sublime sapphire they shine;
making me think of perversions that i end up craving your sinful crimes
and i feel like a mortal competing with a god all the **** time!
only if you knew about the things we did in my head,
would you still look at me with nonchalance or would you take a step ahead?
for i stand waiting, day-dreaming about your touch
oh gawd, the mere image has me writhing for you so much
how your lips would move over mine, biting hard
a kiss so cosmically explosive, hurting like glass shards
and good lord, would i revel in that pain
needing you inside me again and yet again
i want you to roughly bend me over on the nearest surface,
tearing down my defences by covering me in your enchanting embrace
it hurts how i want you to a point of madness now
and so defy you i at every chance i have like an unspoken vow
because your magnamous ego and privileged *** is what i despise
that’s why my desire for you is quite a surprise
how i’d want want your body moulding into mine from behind
working me oh so thoroughly that i’ll be sore, i don’t mind
i can’t stop this frenzy, this lust covering my vision-
you’re an enigma, alluring me into your passion-prison;
does looking at me ever kickstarts your dead cold heart?
or have been i invisible to your mighty presence since the very start?
i hate this power that you have over me, making me question my sanity-
you’re my personal hell crafted with satan’s potion & profanity