You were the girl
Who still wanted to play unicorns with me
When I was eight
You were the girl
Who I discussed some of my favourite books with
When I was ten
You were the girl
Who spent nights searching music
And sharing it with me
When I was thirteen
You were the girl
Who I spoke on the phone with about secret crushes for hours on end
When I was fifteen
You were the girl
Who I went to some of the best concerts with
When I was sixteen
You were the girl
Who's drunken confession over a toilet bowl made my stomach drop
When I was eighteen
You were the girl
Who was once my best friend for ten whole years only to turn into a complete stranger
When I was nineteen.

(Sometimes I miss you but I'm moving on)

Your body is the ocean
rippling and unfathomable,
eyes a wavering, wandering, azure blue
set always to be drawn away
before rushing back; sending
salted spray slaps against my skin.

I wax and I wane
and you're set, sometimes, to do the same
as this your tempestuous tides do echo,
with your ebb and your flow, our highs and our lows
but when we're both at our greatest height
there's glory in our gravitation.

you shiver when you look into my eyes,
these beacons of sharp, darkening grey,
and sometimes, only sometimes, just
as the spring tide exults,
it seems like the oceans in love
with the fickle full-moon.

"SOMETIMES V/S MANYTIMES"

Sometimes we feel happy
but many a times
we don't know what are we???

Sometimes we enjoy our company
but many a times
we don't know where are we???

Sometimes we find our job to be easy          
but many a times
we don't know how can we???

Sometimes we have surplus time to keep our words
but many a times
we don't know when can we???

Sometimes we are proud of us
but many a times
we don't know who are we???

Sometimes we love everyone
but many a times
we don't know whom do we???

Sometimes we feel we belong to everyone
but many a times
we don't know whose are we???

Sometimes we desire to change the history but many a times
we don't know if can we???

Sometimes we love living our life
but many a times
we don't know why are we???

Sometimes we feel we are too stupid         
but many a times
we don't know so really are we.

Sometimes in the dark
you stumble
before the morning lark

calls out to the smart
you mumble
sometimes in the dark

faintly beats the heart
sensing trouble
before the morning lark

calls for the day to start
we blunder
sometimes in the dark

trying to make their mark
our thoughts rumble
before the morning lark

All is but a house of cards
& about to crumble
somewhere in the dark
before the morning lark

Today I went on a treasure hunt.
Not in search of one-eyed *****
Or
A new life for myself,
But rather
The old one.
Not for the sake of nostalgia
Was my search,
But for a poem.
The words of someone else
That you thoroughly believed
Carried your heart
Into my own ears.
But I was deaf back then.
Before I developed my selective hearing,
Insisting on my revelation miracle.
Until I
Limited my ears
Only to hear
Your lamentations and tongue-lashings;
Before I chose to
Blind myself
To the
Kindness
Hidden behind your fear.
In our prehistory,
You sent me
A piece of your heart,
Still sopping with heartbreak
Beating with rejection.
You sent me
Someone else’s poem
And now I wonder,
If you knew
You were planting a seed
That when watered,
With months of silence and
Countless looks that passed right through,
Would grow into a beanstalk
That I would climb
To reach back into
Our
Brothers Grimm Love Affair.
With no happy ending in sight
I stepped higher,
Knowing what turmoil I had left
Above.
I awaited the curses we cast
And the wishes we wasted
And I was poised for war;
With my armor coated,
Repellent of
Sarcasm and aggression,
I marched back to look at our battlefield
Ready as any warrior.
I was not ready, though, for memories
That looked as appealing
As Prince Charming,
With the face of
A queen.
No, my love
We did not have a
Happily ever after
But, our
Once upon a time
Wasn't half so wretched.
We were the
Fairytale in reverse.
Meeting at the ball,
In all our glory.
Leaving breadcrumbs
Back to the life that was familiar;
The ones that we didn't realize
We were running away from.
But at the ball,
Looking more beautiful
Than any princess in all of the land,
I met you
On your throne,
Refusing to Rise
In all your queen-like splendor,
Hearing from my
Little bird
That you would request
My presence.
I, your humble maiden,
Approached with
The caution of
A girl who only had
One shoe,
Breaking under the weight of memory.
And while you
Were offering me riches,
I was playing
Goldilocks,
Trying to find the home
That was just right
To rest my heart.
Little did I know
That I had bumped into Rumpelstiltskin,
Thinking he was gold
Luring me away
With me thinking
My heart was sold.
Only now
After I found
That gold weighs
Far too heavy
On someone
Who's only just grown wings
Is it that I find the moral of this story.
And so,
As I gaze at you,
With your now fair maiden
I say a solemn
“Thank you”,
For sending
Your love letter
In another's handwriting,
Because,
Although I never struck it rich,
I realize that the treasure was not in the
Happily ever after,
After all,
But all the magic
In Between.

Sometimes I sit in my room
And I cry my eyes out

Sometimes I cut myself
And let the blood out

Sometimes I wanna slit my throat
And bleed out

Sometimes I wanna run away
And get out

Sometimes, I just have the urge to curse at you.
But I just can't say it .
Obviously, I'm scared of being scolded.
But I really want to hit you with a truck
And say "goodbye"  forever to you.
But it's not that simple.
Especially that you're close to me.

sometimes,
reading your ten words,
is just what I needed,

Sometimes,
Life seems like a joke,
It laughs while I choke,

Sometimes,
Sympathy is all we need,
And just one person to look underneath,

Sometimes,
The days seem darker than the night,
For only by yourself , you feel alright,

Sometimes,
The good stuff turns into a nightmare,
It leaves you alone to sit and stare,

Sometimes,
Life is full of injustice,
It lacks the way to our only bliss,

Sometimes,
I wonder if I should pray,
I never find out, but that's okay..