Gently I  woke up in an ethereal hour,
as the permeating scent of a wild flower,
after roaming many many lives as insects,birds
animals wild in the forests and sea creatures

As the story went on, chapters changed
I stumbled and fell in to her curious eye
with out knowing who she was or why
all I remember was her radiance and sigh
that lifted me,at once to a level too high

Later,after many cycles,a cloud,I realize this:
a piece of clear blue sky I need immediately
her blue eyes, to dissolve bit by bit and die.

Tell me when the fate will carry away
Serve the time for me to see you in a way
Under the shining dusts
Amids the winded grass
I will be taken away with delusion
Where my hands are touching complexion
Fair and soft in coldest day
Drawn the perfects they can stay
Rainbows of skies
That lay upside down under your eyes
Eyes so bright and green
Nose so sharp and keen
O take my hands on your cheeks
Where I can see your lines
Falling down for too much joy of rhymes
And your lips are just as full of summer's treats
Where the color of bright roses makes defeats
Can I forget all the happiness
And go back to where I belong
O here I am to be a human
A human to God's creations

We are weird creatures,
Made to stumble in our own feet.
Struggling to stay in our own path,
We float on dreams that will never be realised…

We **** each other and love each other.
We hope to feel something real,
And yet we hide our true feelings
Like the weird creatures we are.

She is a little bit broken, just like me.
This is what makes her so captivating.
She pulls me in with those brown eyes of hers that reflected deep melancholy.
She is definitely quite similar to my melancholies.
The pain in her eyes drew me in because she made being broken seem as though it is grand and exquisite.
Her pain was so beautiful and dark in the way that she still wanted something out there to take it out of her.
You could tell she was somewhat of a hopeless yet sweet creature.
Crawling around aimlessly as though she were on delicate glass, afraid to cut herself and others. She believed in many ideas and people, practically everything, except herself.
People around her envied her but she had no idea.
Her life was as chaotic as the ocean filled with lovely little beasts.
There was fearfulness flowing around her, but none of that mattered to her, because she still believed, naively, even so she believed.
Feeling anything with her was unlike anything you could ever imagine.
Most people were phenomenal at making broken look unattractive. It was easy.
Her darkness was worth drowning in and everyone wanted to have the last breath in her miserableness.
When I met her I could tell that her feelings toward me were a mix of hatred and love.
Because she wanted to feel an emptiness like mine. It was a hunt a consensually sad hunt.
And I wanted to feel all her emotions at once.

When I left him, I felt my void intimately. Learnt my way through its darkness with only my bare hands to guide me. It's unworldly creatures sought comfort in my throat but I was never created to be a shelter for the devils that reside in me.

I vowed never to be the darkness without realising that I too could be swallowed whole.