O friend,
You were radiating light so bright
I got blinded and could hardly see.
I tried to run away and hide,  
Building a barricade,
Hiding inside a cave,
Afraid of even a point light,
Not understanding you.
You got hurt.
You tried to understand.
You tried to make me see.
You reduced your brightness
So I could see you unafraid,
Believing I would see one day.
Never giving up,
You believed in our friendship.
I opened my eyes as you believed.
But it was a bit too late.
You'll be leaving my dear friend!
I’m sorry for hurting you absconding!
You shine bright like a Sun now too!
But I’m not afraid of the brightness!

My tender heart clenches in pain.
Tears roll down on it's own accord.
Why do your simple words
Tear apart my heart so ruthlessly?
Why do you hurt me so deeply?

I wish to paint a picture
with a cluster of words
Each twist of the brush
lashing out a vivid image
Filled with diverse colors
And liberating thoughts
tampering existing beliefs
And infinitely looped ideas.

Sleep, dear sleep,
Why do invade me uninvited?
But why do you fail when I call you?
You've invaded my precious moments
And escaped the undeserving ones!
Why are you so partial?
Oh, I've slept myself to oblivion!
Insomnia and narcolepsy,
the duo have haunted me for years,
Now what do I do with what's left?

While I believed in the world you lived in,
You never would believe my world existed.
You questioned and ridiculed my feelings,
While I always oversaw your shortcomings.
You’ve stretched the string till its breakage.
Just one little twitch will make it go asunder.
You might unknowingly end up doing just that.
I’m afraid I may not be able to rejoin the string.
I adore you. Please don't let it come to this end.

Whenever I speak about me,
people hear half the narrative,
fullness of half a tale dangling.
I leave out the other half of it.

Whatever people understand,
it's always the partial truth.
My world is full of paradoxes
Just so long to tell in its entirety.

Sink in a posh, wayward dream boat
Or come ashore in a torn reality boat

Seek and crave for one fairy tale ending
Or live tiny fairy tale moments with joy

Hear and believe beautiful lies
Or brace yourself for ugly truths

If you encountered such crossroads
Which ones would choose to travel?

I regret not walking out on him.
Oh, how much I wish I had.

You are my brave brave woman.
Be strong, my fierce lady.
You will get through this.
This is only a blessing in disguise.
You have the will and determination
to fight anything that comes your way.
Just hold on.
You will rise like a phoenix from dusk.
This happened just to burn away the unworthy,
to help you see the plain truth,
which is beyond your blindfold of beliefs.
All the unworthy, who was with you all the time,
will run away at the first sight of a rising storm.
Recognise who they are and just move on.
Remember just one thing.
No matter what happens,
I trust you, have belief in you and will be with you till the very end.

Long cold blue days,
The Sun hides behind,
Letting the cold whoosh over
Got no blanket to hide in,
Stripped off every shield,
Cuts made even on the naked,
The burn and chill all at once,
Going down an abyss,
Stitching the torn bits,
Climbing slowly the steps
Only to fall right back on face
The very soul screaming,
Pain, misery unbearable,
Longing to break the cycle,
To vanquish the looming darkness.
Yet steadfast in pursuit of dreams,
Holding on to the slipping hope
That the long night would be over
And the Sun would rise tomorrow.

She sits on the terrace under the curtain of the night sky with about a dozen stars gazing at her charmingly and the bright old full moon watching her with curiosity, as the gentle breeze whispers to her.  With her old worries and new wounds circling her mind, she drinks in the beauty of the night and tries to get high each night dreaming of a bright future.  Despite the days getting awfully long and out of her control, her life dwindling and swirling in uncertainty, she is her only anchor as no-one no more tells her anything she wishes to hear.  Her sleep robbed, she has become a woman of the night as exhausted and spent she is. But she still yearns and works towards the dreams she believes in and takes solace in the beauty of the night.

I feel like darkness is descending on me,
clenching my sensitive heart in loops,
unfortunate events cascading with time.

When I feel like hitting the rock-bottom,
I am going further and further down,
When will I see the upside of things?

Or will I just lose myself trying so?
Lost in the space forever with death.

Is living at the moment always chaotic?
But makes sense contouring backward?
Somehow every moment almost always
no, say absolutely always adds to a whole.

So what?
If you don't like me
I like myself just alright,
Just alright to go on.

So what?
If you turn me down
I will go on living,
Writing more stories.

I just wanna be more.
I wanna live a little more.
I wanna explore a bit more.
I'll love myself a little more
To make it all fine for me.

One moment I was feeling so much.
But the next moment I felt so numb.
I had got lost in illusion for a moment
But I saw the intentions clear the next.
What appeared to be a land of love
Was but a desert with mirages of love.

There are only two regrets you can feel:  "Why did I?" or "Why didn't I?" Both are equally heart-breaking but I guess "Why didn't I?" hurts a tad bit more.

Dreams bring life to my soul and make me whole.  This might be a cliche to fellow dreamers but I'm voicing it still.

In the quest to make dreams come true, I forget what makes me thrive, immersing myself in endeavours.  Sometimes wondering if I should pursue but just going all the way in regardless.  Sometimes it takes years, persistence, patience and taking a toll but every dream is worthwhile.  I guess sweet dreams, bitter failures, making dreams true is, after all, what life is about.

Why is it that something  
That felt so beautiful to me once
Feel so ugly and disgusting now?

I'm not born strong like people think.
I literally die before I am reborn strong
Every single time.

Into my wild uncertain life,
Like the rays of Sun through canopy,
Dreams so wild and vast gush through,
chasing out the looming waywardness,
burning out every rejection and failure,
turning every obstacle into possibilities.

Why do some people who are trustworthy at normal times run at the first sign of danger? Why do they turn into people who can't be relied upon?

I used to be a people person.  But tables have turned.  I have been a lone person for some time, not that I didn't have people around me.  And to my utter surprise after all this while, when I hang out with people who were once close to me, I feel so estranged that I have to think about my lone times to feel okay.  I don't know if I can stop being alone.  If only I find someone who doesn't make me feel lonely...

In my life, my closest ones are
Here for a moment and gone the next,
Always meeting
for a short while after a long while.
But the tiny happiness is priceless.

You say
you're sorry for hurting me in the past
and regret doing some things to me.
I know not what you mean.

You say
I am the reason you want to change
and wish things had been different.
I know not what you mean.

Remembering the way I saw,
we were jolly good buddies.
I know not when you hurt me.
I know not how I'm your reason.

A good friend I will be forever.
Expect nothing more from me.
But when you speak in ambiguity,
I don't find it in me to say it out.