HER:
no, stay back.
please!
inside of me
is a demon
who,
will consume
and devour
every bit
of you...

HIM:
let me, please!
just let me.
inside of me
is a hell
where,
your demon
can live...

and so
i did.

and
we became
matchsticks.

one stroke,
just a single stroke
we ignited.
into burning,
scorching flames
of crimsoned
scarlet fire...

yes,
i
can
forever
live
in
you...

time
stands still
as i watch you
slowly walking away

you
have taken
my world apart;
i have no idea
of what to do
with the pieces...

shards
bits
moments
fragments

isn't that
what life is all
about
anyway...?

1.  My mind wanders, finding its haven on the memories of you and decided to stay there and dig deep again. I felt a sudden pang of pain.

2. What did I tell you? In two weeks time, I’ll be so over you. Look, it’s been two months and my life still *****!

3. I have to go back to my assignments. I intended to burn eyebrows, not to burn my heart with thoughts of you.

4. I just couldn't fight the urge to dial your number on my phone. After uncounted attempts, I finally dismissed the idea.

5. Coffee? Smoke? Wine? Which among them would help me forget you this time? At least for this time...

6. Staring blankly on my computer screen. It’s been five ******* hours!!

7. The night is cold. I long for the burning warmth of your hands on my skin. God, I missed you so terribly!

8. Cigarette, this time, I decided. Only to smell your familiar scent again making me long for you even more. I hurriedly threw it away. The smell of you still lingers on.

9. Grabbed my book, shuffled through the pages. Hell, it doesn't make any sense! Where’s my phone, I need to talk to you!

10. Tears. The only thing that keeps me human now. So I let it flow. Just let it flow.

11. How are you doing now, love? Do you, by any chance, feel any of what I am feeling right now??

12. Sleep. Then dream. I’ll meet you there. Where no scrutinizing eyes could ever judge us. And the right love we unfortunately felt at the wrong time.

13. Never mind the home works. Drunk again with memories of you...

14. Please, sleep, take over me now. I never knew what a good night sleep means ever since...

15. The last piece of my sanity gave in when I heard that song again in the cheap hotel. I am drowning on a flash flood of bittersweet memories...

Shattered.
Lost; ruined...
Broken.
Incomplete.
That was me.

Striking.
Charmed; strong...
Full of life.
That was you.

You came along,
Suddenly life is beautiful.
Slowly, carefully
You picked up
The broken pieces of me
I am whole again…

Unnoticed, I embraced life.
I stand proud and firm,
Strong again…
Because of you.

You make me feel wanted,
Needed...
Desired...
Loved...

But was it really love
That I see through your eyes?
That I felt by the burning passion
You and I shared…?

The ghosts and the guilt
The mistakes and the pains
The misery of the past
Won’t just fall away…
But I have lost control
In the midst
Of beauty and madness...

Scared, still,
But take me along…
Only fate knows
What lies ahead,
But I’ll take the risk
I swear to be strong
Because of you…
Because I love you…

I want to call on your name
But I’m afraid you’ll ask “who are you?”
I want to run and follow you
But that’s not an easy thing for me to do
I planned of telling you my feelings
But words could not be enough for you to understand…
Words can deny my desire
They cannot reveal my sincere love
They cannot say what you really mean to me
But how will you know my passion
If I remain in my silence
If I tell you only in my dreams
If I just keep on expecting and hoping
How will you ever know
That there is me who cares
That I exist because of you
That I was born to love you
Who will I oblige to tell you
If it is not myself
If it is not my courage
If it is not my frankness
I may not tell you, but I can show you
Not with those hundred words
But with my own simple ways;
The way I gaze at you
The casual smile I give
And my existence not far enough from you!

If only I could be
An artist gifted with a magical touch
Perhaps you would be
My most treasured masterpiece…

If only I could be
A singer bestowed with a golden voice
Perhaps you would be
My most beautiful melody…

If only I could be
A writer blessed with great illusions and fantasies
Perhaps you would be
My most valued written book…

And if just maybe, I could be
A poet rich with romantic lines
Perhaps you would turn to be
My most beautiful poem…

But these are just sheer imaginings, I know
‘Coz never could I be
Gifted with an artistic hands
And turn you to even just a simple craft.

I could not even be
As amazing as a songbird
‘Coz music in fact
Is not my cup of tea.

And neither would I turn to be
A helpless romantic poet
‘Coz I even fail to write
A rhyme of line or two.

Perhaps I would rather try to be
Living with the real, simply me
Other than dreamin’ to be someone else
I could never possibly be.

Yes perhaps it is better this way
’Coz I could love you in my own special way
Though I could never do good as they do
Still, I could love you as truly as I do…