They don't tell you
that after all
You are
A mirage.
A foolish
Beautiful
Cruel
Illusion
And nothing like you think you are

They said
Your eyes were pretty
And that you had a nice smile
Yet never once saw it
The paradox
Of worlds colliding
With raw and unapologetic ardour
Right before them.
Your eyes weren't pretty
And your smile was a flash of gums and cracked edges
I loved them
In a way
That made me fearless of the truth.

Once
We watched the sunrise
Our cold hands clasping each other
Like children asking for warmth

Sometimes
You end up in a candy shop
Asking forgiveness
For ever visiting the dentist.
If you let something destroy you
And hold on
Words stuck in-between your teeth
Until you feel
The inside of your mouth growing black
From all the things you didn't say
When you should have
Did you win?
When you gulp down poison for nothing
And nothing again
Who will remember your martyrdom?

One week since you've gone
Day by day I yearn
I wait for your return
Am and night, I sit silently
Gonna be there a bit longer
Grow as a person eventually, but
Wings take time to create

Amidst the crowd she’s alone,
Amidst all hundreds of friends and others.
She’s alone. She sits by herself.
Amidst empty and worthless dialogues.

It’s as if she’s being overlooked.
It’s like as if she’s in silence cloud.
Her thoughts are quiet for all them.
She’s far away. She’s lost in the crowd.

She lives in her own world of dreams,
Without fictions, lies and falsehood.
Her footsteps are quiet for others as streams.
Nobody knows what'll be her remote.

And she lives in her tiny world.
Worries and fears are endless there.
It seems as if she’s attached in whole
To all her pain, which bites and bares.

Wind drifting through grass
At my feet, it stops and moans
Wind breaks- moaning ends

Can't get this page to fill
This pen is bleeding white noise

Creators are made off their failures
And achy finger joints

I'm digging untill my back breaks
Silence I won't accept

I promise
Next time I'll feel the words
I'll write
If they return