Every word you say is a bullet, an arrow, a dart,
Each said with careful precision pointed directly at my heart,
I think I'm bright enough to realize this is exactly where you aim,
But do you shoot at me and angles or do you always hunt the same,
I know how this ends for me, deep sadness with depression to follow,
But until then please free refill every dark crevice, every hollow,
It's exhausting when your feelings are born in compliments and text replies,
And all future plans and happy smiles rest in anticipated when's and curious why's,
I routinely drown myself in endless thought showcasing every possible scenario,
My vulnerable reflection with calculated filters is a rare appearance few ever know,
Please know I'm only quietly complicated because that's my procedure for life,
And in the vast spaces and covert corners of my mind violence is conveniently rife,
Ultimately I'll allow your arresting eyes to win over common sense and Native wit,
Yet still loyally protest and grieve your lust when what I get is what I get!

हार तो मुझे ना थी मंजूर
पर हार तो गई थी मैं
उस हार की वजह ना थी कुछ और
कमी थी मेरे ही इरादों में ।।

अपनी गलती को झुटलाना नहीं चाहती
और वो गलती दोबारा दोहराना भी नहीं चाहती
इसलिए तो दूरी बना रही हूँ मैं उन सबसे
ताकि खो ना दूँ मैं वो बची हुई आस ।।

समझ में आती है मुझे बस एक ही बात
है बची मेरे पास बस एक ही आस
अगर खो दिया मैंने वो बची हुई आस
तो कभी खुद को जोड़ ना पाऊँगी बस इतनी सी है बात ।।

बहुत सुन चुकी हूँ मैं सबकी बात
अब बस शांत ही रहना है मुझे
किसी को भी ना देना है मुझे कोई भी जवाब
खुद को खुद में ही बस जगाना है विश्वास ।।

The first time I ever looked into your eyes, and I mean really looked, I saw a future. I fell into a pool of baby blues, singing sweet tunes of tomorrow, while I drank up the seemingly eternal summer reflected in your eyes. They spoke of promises of forever, lives intertwined underneath the sun, our happily ever after.

When you looked into my eyes, and I mean really looked, you got lost in your version of forever. Swirls of dark chocolate enticing you to come closer, taste, see, feel a world you had never before ventured. You told me you loved them, and I yours. While I sank deeper into your blues, you fell for my dark browns. Mine spoke of promises of eternity: growing old together, cozy and safe in our happily ever after.

Tell me, did you see a future, too? I saw my summer, and you saw your fall. Maybe, just maybe, for a second in our versions of forever, we found our missing pieces.

Summer went away as fast as he came. Fall was fleeting in her beauty and existence. Winter settled soon after: long and harsh in its nature. Summer lost his glimmer. Fall lost her spark. Winter came to drown them both in heavy, unrelenting blankets of ice. Where did our forever go? Did it only last till the seasons changed? Perhaps we were both wrong.

The blues that once shone turned to ice. The dark chocolate that once told stories of warmth turned to dust. Tell me now, how was it possible that whenever I wept, I shed tears of blue? It never made sense to me how fall could rain in blue.

It’s funny how years later, the very last time I looked into your eyes, and I mean really looked – my favorite color, my favorite place to get lost, once upon a time my forever summer – all I could see were fragments of our past, broken forever.

You've got a lot to learn now, honey.
You ought to take it slow,
But please don't take forever, honey.
We've got a ways to go
Here on this road to nowhere, honey,
And nothing in between.
Maybe we'll last forever, honey,
Unless we're too obscene.

Timewise, I don't have much too spare
On property, that's not my fare.
Little bits of lost lives; stolen,
Given to the egos; swollen.
I understand security,
I'm my arms, secure you'd be.

Maybe you don't need protection, honey.
But, still, it could be nice to know.
I'd lay my coat down for you, honey,
To bridge the puddles in the road.
Whenever we are elemental, honey,
I'd shield you from the chilly wind.
And raise the walls and ceilings, honey,
To build the house of fire again.

We could sail the oceans blue,
Or a rapid river in a canoe.
Sacred are the hearts of two
Who syncronise the avenue.
I can fix when you have need,
And you can fit my heart, indeed.

The letter of the risen law, honey,
Cannot dam the rushing flood
Of power you have over me, honey
I'm feeling mighty good.
Don't take advantage, honey.
Don't pass a good thing by.
We got some synergy, honey.
All good things will come in time.

Only if we hesitate,
There is a time when love is late.
Maybe love might come again.
Maybe no heart ever wins.
Maybe hearts in hand will soar.
Lesson one: I love *******.

Tell me now, what if I were your kaleidoscope?
Tell me I am
beautiful in my own ruins
mesmerizing in my chaos
captivating in my volatility

Tell me now, if I were your kaleidoscope
would you rattle me
break my walls
fill it with new colors and shapes
would you make me see
the beauty that lies in disarray?

Shake me up
handle me with care
I will explode into a vivid world of colors
show you things you have never imagined
sights to admire
wonders to experience
an entire galaxy to venture

Tell me now, if I were your kaleidoscope
would you be able to handle me?

I have only my mind's sight to create words that could be carried by winds and air
No sleep induced by nectar, no thick plants grown after a midnights rain
The green and blue of breads do not belong to me
I keep the edges of cliffs sharp in my eye’s lair
For voices sing to me and me myself of flames under my skin
Their muse being the thick plants, their instruments the nectar and their breath of my demise the greens and blues
From the drum in a barrel comes the red that looks blue under the light and heats the tendons of what could be a metal giant
Under the helm, these voices dance in their prison, throwing bolts of lightning, igniting horrors only seen in darkness
From whence these calls came is unknown to the drones clad in blue green and white
I have only these calls to create words
My metal body holds strings of hellfire, leaking lava onto the Yggdrasil of white and touch
This lava turns bees to hornets that sting the branches in which they live when the sky turns to a kiln
Rivers that fall from the ceiling cannot soothe the hornets wrath.
I reach for the celestial lights, my metal hands crude, my fingers outreached. My metal hands. My metal body
That drum aches for a time when it was more than a beat. When it felt more than the emptiness
When it beat with the sound of laughter
I wade through galaxies of blue and green. My hands glide through the stars, feeling the life of each lifeless planet
My legs brush against the serpents of the nebula, baring their teeth, they pierce my metal legs with with fangs of supernovae
Their bright venom fills my body with light that soon becomes black and is ****** into the void of the drum
When I lay my head and close my eyes, nymphs speak to me in voices that leave when I realize them
I keep their messages in my head, unable to discern their warnings from the life inside of my mind
When I wake, I hear them, I remember their distant messages and say them to the rivers of green in the sky, with beds of bright stars
Sending them back to where they came from, telling the nymphs that because I am a metal giant
Does not mean I am not from their same earth
We all swallow our sins
I am no exception
I may be of this mother but I have taken the highest stairway, to the outside, only to see it's slopes flatten and others, reach past the clouds

Do not let him,

or her,

become a house for you

that isn’t home.

-n.a