"* And the devil in Aphrodite's Mind,
Gave birth to a masterpiece,
A *Woman
To lust...
A man's mind**"

She's a song
with terrible rhythm
and broken melodies.
unsung and unspoken

She's a story
with terrible memories
and broken dreams.
untold and unheard

Like she is in life
*"She is a poem still writing herself."

KYON** ** gya mujhe ek ajanabi se pyar,
Na jante hua bhi KYON hain ye dil usi ke liye beqarar,
Karke bechain mujhe KYON hain mujhe har waqt usi ka intezar,
Main nahi janta ki kaun hain wo,
jo mujhe apne pyaar ka mujarim bna liya,
Banake DEEWANA mujhe,
mere kore sa dil pe apna naam likh diya,
KYON aata hain mere sapno me uska dhundhlata chehra,
Lagne laga ab har khawab sach mujhe,
Kaha chale gye wo laga ke mere dil pe apne yaadon ka pahera,
Har waqt muskura'h raha hoon jabse mujhe pyar hua hain,
Kho gya hoon main usi ke yaadon me jabse use dil diya hain,
KYON wo mere **** ka jaan ban *** hain,
Karke pareshan mujhe meri jahan ban *** hain,
KYON ye palakein nahi jhapakti jab use dekhti hain ,
Uske bina ye puri duniya suni lagti hain,
KYON mangne lagta hoon use apne rab se,
Dekha hain use aur pyar hua hain jab se.....

"The sky and the earth can never meet",quoth he
"But their love can create a miracle,isn't it?",said I.
He smiles and chuckles and asks me if I'm sure.
Yes,honey.The miracle's called a horizon
We too are like two parallel lines
Distance separates us.
But in our hearts,
Our love keeps us together like the horizon.

Blood paints itself on my body
I am only a canvas
Hidden from the rest of the world
My painter is a shy man !

Darling I'm strong,
So my tears are hidden,
But that's gives you no right,
To believe that I'm not broken.

I'm easy,
Quiet and shy with feelings and emotions,
And if you ask I'm bound not to tell,
You could say that my words get quite *lost.

But I want the butterflies,
They've been gone for too long,
And I want my heart to race insanely,
To feel that way that's so raw.

I want to feel like someone cares for once,
I want to talk all night,
I want someone to think about me happily,
Never get tired,
And when I shut that someone out,
Maybe just put up a mighty fight.

My words get lost easily,
But for this I can tell on,
About the hole in my battered heart,
That tells me where you belong.

I can write songs in my scrappy book,
And smile to myself like I'm crazy,
Draw hearts all over the place,
Tell stories of this rare thing,
Cuz it's beyond me.

And I'll sing the melodies that you inspire,
If the music works,
That's all I require,
It's simply your presence that I desire.

Darling we might not converse,
But I can sight-read you,
Like the notes in my violin pieces,
And I can write you down,
Like the lyrics to my newest song.

So please be the painter,
Destroy or end your work of the heart,
Mine's been incomplete,
And I'm hoping this is just the start,*
And maybe you're not done.