That spark
I remember feeling so alive
So happy
Innocent
Bliss
We didn’t care about anything else except the moment
We weren’t worried about what people thought
We were true to ourselves
But that’s the best part
We didn’t know it then
But we know it now

Looking for that thrilling chase,
Where knowledge is armour
And passion is sword,
Where bravery is known as 'explore'

Look at the world from the Window of heartland
Calling on me in the mid April
To take you to a forest;Perhaps
To walk on the edge of a thrill
My feelings are touched;Both with passion & ration
I might've flied thousands of Miles;When you decided to be the Reason of my smiles
Motherland isn't a place;As fatherland is a  feeling you can never leave it behind a window screen!

Sedate me with your stare
Bring me high above the clouds.
Your touch is exhilarating;
In the cover of darkness our hearts meet;
Our fingers, our thighs;
A secret is burgeoning.

You keep on stealing from me.
Your glances.
Stop; don't stop. Take it all.
My doors are unlocked.
But what does it all mean?

In my mind I rest my head,
On your shoulders;
My hands are reaching out to you
Yet our hearts never felt so far away.

Can I tell you my secret?
Your hands are rough,
But I want it around mine.
Do our lips fit like puzzles do?
Come on, lets fan the flames,
Of this candlelit romance.

Is it really you I'm meeting in the dark?

My head keeps hitting the window;
Potholes on the road.
Another day. Another dream.
The airwaves between us are silent.
Am I a fool for honing in on your signals?

It's so exciting, my one-sided romance.

It’s still surreal
I can’t believe it
I... I did this
God... what have I done?
Why am I covered in lines?
Marks of illness and self hatred
Truly, I loathe few things more
Because I see all of me
And you should stay away
I will destroy what’s close
As long as I get a thrill

Scratching itches with bottle caps, grooves
In my brain cut from diamonds and blood
Flinging my shadow like darts at a wall
Frustration, when dizzied, transforms into love

Scabs and guitar riffs I'd shred with my teeth
Gnawing her lips to bake blackberry flesh
Stamping on baubles, an aureate hail
In a winter that reeks of sweet summer death

This circus of wildfire charcoals my hair
I'm yearning to stay but it blazes me out
Cold air and bored stares, a knock on the jaw
I thought I had finished bedazzling myself

I've underwhelmed the brightness I chase
Adrenaline fawns over prettier girls
Cold and alone in a fitful night's sleep
When you're fevered and worn, the splinters stick deep.

Serafina was a skydiver
And she was always falling.

Jimmy was her instructor
And the next in line.

"The thrill of love," she said,
"Is about how high you can climb."

If the moment's spent
She parachutes out.

A risk,
No doubt.

But on she plays,
Crossing her fingers

This idée fixe
Never comes crashing back to earth.