Lies
well told.

If I could write this with  blood,
I would font your style.

I became I
You became you
2015,
I'll always love you :

We
run
run
run
till
dreams
hug us from behind...

I want to stab my head with a pen just so I can
Bleed out in words.

Words have pain,
Pain has words.

This world is not such a lonely place to be.
We'll have each other till end of the life's sentences.

Even the cursor of the screen thumps to your write beat

Sometimes writing about it is the hardest part.

Poems are written
To be crumpled
To be torn
Into the galaxies of waste
Poets are born
To be in wrinkle of tears
Into the memories of nothingness

Hundreds of words ago,
I made art.

Hundreds of art ago,
I made you up.

In colours, I hung you with a nail.
In words, I sprang you to life.

But now you look better in my erased sentences
And my now looks even better than ago.

Life's better when you're bitter.

A smile that lasts for a lifetime,
a song that wakes up dawn,
a tear that eclipses moody Moon,
a whisper that open doors,
a kiss that make words blush a shade...

You give me much more than much!

The road not taken
Makes its highway in our dreams...

Who can be sadder than
an unfinished poem?

In sickness and health,
in stealth and wealth,
you didn't part with him..  
but
you parted with You!

8 years of yesterdays.
Today, I found my truth.
I don't want to be a lie.
I want to be my truth.

You are a thunder hiding under a spark...

You are two souls living in one body.