Via painter-
            I thought no one could set us apart
            Fine strokes with the touch of art
You were my canvas and I was the brush
Painted with delicacy without a fuss
           When a gentle breeze blew across,
            knocked my board down
            broke my heart and broke my soul.
My lovely painting left halfway all alone.
           Colours once vibrant turned to dull and blue;
I promised to never ever love anyone again.
          Heartlessly i threw everything u gave
     Smearing face with memories we made.  Days passed and months along
           Far away from my dear paintings,
           My heart longed for what was gone
Learned to calm myself , not to get fragmented;
          Wished to go back the days i was
I collected my things and sat to paint
          Bend down to pick up my palette,
When
           I came across your beautiful face
  I picked the canvas and admired the paint
          And fell in love with you Again.

A shrub with purple flowers,
Growing among the aged trees,
learned never to trust anyone simply following their examples...
But a Flower deeply in love with the butterfly,
blinded by its beauty ;
Forgot the old teaching and
trusted the butterfly.
WHAT WAS NEXT?
Butterfly only treated It as a means to calm  its thirst,
never really loved her...
Lastly the butterfly left the Flower alone on its own,
With eyes dried without tears, heartbroken, left to die.
Butterfly flew away to the other Flower never to turn to her again.

Of far distant miles I think;
    see the horizon, imagine whats behind it.
Staring at the infinity;
aimlessly at unknown,
   wondering what lies ahead for me.
Shattered are the pieces of glass , ones was a part of beautiful mosaic;
     And so is the thing I feel
Standing here in the beach at this dusk;
waves breeze trying to divert my mind
        Drawning in depth of sea,
        lost in an insignificant island.
Nothing to profit , yet to gain;
      not to win the war,
    but to survive till death.
A smile appears on my face;
             Time has taught me the best lesson,
Now , I have to alone win the race, JUST FOR ME...

I think,      
         you are a peeled onion,    
    the more I see you,
    the more I try to come closer to you,
          tears roll down my eyes.
Sometimes,
                   I just feel like I'm loving
    and  caressing a cactus;
            though the blood doesn't oozes out,  
               yet its pain is felt for long.