how tragic!

the ones we want to love,
will never know the intense fire burning inside us,
for them,

and the ones we get to love,
are burning for someone else.

Picture him: He’s gorgeous, thin, tall, and fair, has soft hair; his soft hair falls on his mischievous eyes. He has a pointed nose which makes him look evil. He only wears black which is his favorite color. Oh, you must see him in black; it makes him look like a mesmerizing poem. Imagine him, just close your eyes and imagine him wearing a black, long leather jacket. His eyes are only on you. When he looks at you, your insides churn and you wanna do the unspeakable things with him. He moves closer to you, smiles, oh that smile, which will make the devil weak in the knees. He is a bad, bad boy you always wanted. He touches you setting your body on fire and slowly gets the knife out to slit your throat.

Broken can never be mended, it will always have cracks. Always!

You are the sun, so alone and yet shining, I’m the moon, so alone and floating in the dark,

You are the sun, so bright, radiant, and full of light, I’m the moon, so empty, rough, and full of shade,

You are the sun, you give life to this world, a new beginning is born with you, I’m the moon; I end everything with my darkness,

You are the sun, the whole world depends on you, I’m the moon; no one cares about me,

You are the sun, people fear you, I’m the moon; people fall for my beauty,

You are the sun, you burn anyone who touches you, I’m the moon; I turn a man poet with my one touch,

You are the sun, you hide the stars to shine the brightest, I’m the moon; I turn black to let the stars shine and shimmer,

You are the sun, the symbol of hope in the entire universe, I’m the moon, the only hope for the lost love and poets,

You are the sun, people look at you and see God, I’m the moon; people look for their lost love in me and find solace.

It's not love if it doesn’t destroy you,

It’s not love if it doesn’t drive you insane,

It’s not love if it doesn’t change you,

It’s not love if it doesn’t make you question the world,

It’s not love if it doesn’t make you fight unknown battles,

It’s not love if it doesn’t damage you in the prettiest way possible,

It’s not love if it doesn’t show you stars, galaxies, sun, moon in his/her eyes.

It’s not love if it doesn’t involve madness.

It’s not love if it doesn’t come with devastatingly beautiful destruction.

You mean nothing,
You are nothing,
I have strived really hard to reach here,
I cried for days, nights, months,
But now, nothing,
And I’m so glad to feel hollow and empty,
Women want a perfect romance,
They want to feel the butterflies fluttering in their hearts and stomachs,
They want to see their beloved and look for their world in his eyes,
But I?
I want to see your face and feel soul-less, heartless,
I want to feel nothing,
After all, this is what you made me,
After all, this is what you deserve.

Times have changed,

We are no longer meek, little girls hiding behind our knight in shining armor to defeat our enemy,

Sometimes we have to fight for our knight with swords in our pretty, delicate, soft hands,

But more often, we have to fight for ourselves, our honor, our life, our dignity,

Our little hands might shake, our eyes might water, our hearts might stop beating, but we should not stop the fire burning inside us,

We must step ahead for us, for every woman who has suffered, for every unborn girl who will be inspired by us someday,

If we don’t fight today, that girl might never be born, she needs to be born, she needs to hear our story, she needs us,
So, fight!

We see things not as they appear to be,
But as we want them to appear to us,
That’s why; we see the bond and not the betrayal,
We remember the chemistry and not the catastrophe,
We remember the temptation and not the tears,
We remember the happiness and not the heartbreak,
We remember the smiles and not the scars,
We remember their eyes melting us,
But not their egos crushing us,
We remember the touch and not the torture.

She looked at him like he was colorful fireworks,

But then, he was fireworks,

She could only look at him in awe from a distance,

She could never touch him,

Because if she did,

Then she would burn,

But then, she wanted to burn in his fire.

Do you know what am I?

A maze,

At first glance, you’ll be fascinated by my mystery,

Slowly and unknowingly you’ll get lost in me,

And finally, you’ll be running away from me,

But there will be no escape,

No doors, no windows, no getting out,

Just you and me in my twisted world.

Women feel all men are same,
But they are different,
Every man disappoints in different ways,
One will charm you with his looks and cheat you,
One will play the nice guy card and leave you feeling bitter,
But they all will experience one thing common,
The madness raging in her body,
The cheater, the nice guy, the boy after him, they will all want to dive deep into her,
But she’s an endless ocean; you can never get out of her sane and alive,
She’ll drown you in her melancholy.