My mind is a minor flutter;
Looping movies within ultimate stutters.
I'd tell you I'm feeling better,
But I am a stick of butter.

I look into gaze of grateful maze,
Only to pop amongst unholy haze.
My mind is beautiful,
But what is the craze?
My ego deserves to jump into my idiot blaze.
I hope this is a phase.

Little do I know that I am an end;
Whether I am today or tomorrow, it depends,
Though it will come soon.
The red blends with my toothpaste.

Looking upon you, through my blue eyes, but I can't lie and say it was unintentional nor did your imagination make me up, Let's never say goodnight nor stop after the virtual sunlight. - Venjencie Clifton Arnold
My dearest Omni, let it be me.

You are innocent and young
As sparkling as starlight
My life quietly shrunk
Counting each spring drift is not fun!

You are carefree and stubborn
Periodic changing directions as the storms
My heart is generous as an immense sea
How content all that crazy is!

You’re dreaming of romance
Dating in the garden with thousands of flowers
My half-life was wearisome at a glance
Longing for home but there is no better

You are like a bright rising moon
Miraculous in the above night sky
I'm under drunken delusion
Digging the water for it, I have tried.

You are the person who is always there ,
And all my funny and boring talks you bare,
But you are the person with whom, all my stuff i share,
My true friend.

Whenever I am sad or bored I call you,
And how the time passes I have no clue,
People and friends like you are very few,
My true friend.

You guide me what’s wrong and right,
And even in my darkest days you show me light,
I always loose hope but you keep telling to fight,
My true friend.

Sometimes so many things you say,
Which makes me happy and makes my day,
Which even takes my sadness away,
My true friend.

You appreciate things I do,
And you make me believe so many things I never knew,
You give me confidence to try something new,
My true friend.
          -Darsh Parekh

I love your laugh.
I love your smile.
I love that you take time to breathe every once in a while.
I love that you want to help.
I love that you care.
I love that you don't get bothered if people stare.
I love that you're not afraid to treat yourself
To a cookie from the cookie jar
But most of all, I love that you're proud of who you are.

I can’t explain the way you make me feel
It’s almost as if it’s all too real
Scared to look deep in those brown eyes
Afraid of all the possible lies
I know your scared too
I’m scared to fall In love with you
What if I already have?
Do you even feel half?
Half of what I feel?
I’m to scared for this to be real.

The rain washed away
Your soft words;
Into my quiet step
You came by,
Didn't stand away;
You just stared
In the crowd's noise,
But didn't see,
Didn't hear me.
Maybe that's why
You have never loved
Me.