Being an Introvert,
Doesn't mean being aloof nor rude
It is rather an art of living....alone
Our shyness is mistaken for insolence
And our being alone for having an attitude
Our trusted companion(mind) gives all the company that is needed
It fills us with thoughts so deep,
Another would drown in them
Feeling are so pure,
Angels would bow down to them

I can't breathe,

The walls are closing in
The sky is turning grey

I can't breathe,

My heart clenches
And lungs are about to burst

I can't breathe

I hold on...
To a string I trust

I can't breathe,

My sanity is a matter of concern
It is just another day till I lose it

I can't breathe,

A shakel holds my ground
I can't help but drown

I can't breathe,

The city lights and stars twinkle
As if to taunt me

I can't breathe

Days go by...
Accompanied by the same.

Friends....
Friends are like stars,
Always watching over us from afar.
Friends are shadows,
Always with us,
Even when the whole world turns their backs on us.
Friends are like the moon,
Lightning our way in the darkest of times.
Friends are thorns to a flower,
Protecting it from harm.
Friends are god sent gifts to us.
....Friends

Love
They say,
Is the most wonderful thing that can happen
Love brings out the best in us
Love solves everything
Love brings peace
Love is sweet
But no one says,
Love is the most dreadful thing that can happen
Love brings out the worst in us
Love creates barriers
Love brings wars
Love is slow poison

The Rose stood tall,
Among the field of weeds

Its petals were red,
Dipped in blood

Its scent was,
An intoxicating drug

The softness of its petals
Put Eden Ducks to shame

The Rose itself,
Was an Epitome of Beauty and Fame

Nonetheless,
Beauty comes at a price

Its thorns were barriers,
Caging it in its beautiful cell

The were always there,
Ready to ***** if one got too close

The Rose wept,
Of Sorrow and Anger

For it longed,
To be a ****

I want to escape,
from this hellhole of a cell
The bars make it hard to breath,
The air stinks of blood and the jailers wrath
They do not seem to notice my constant torment,
I hide my tears,
Cursing myself for being weak
I fear my weakness will only bring them pleasure
So.....
I wait....and wait.....for the day
When I can cry till my hearts content.

Your Smile was a drug,
Intoxicating me into wanting more
Your eyes held the oceans,
Drowning me in their never ending motions
Your touch was fire,
Leaving a trail of burnt skin
Your voice was a song
Captivating me in its melody