in the world full of,
james and lily potters,
will you be my severus snape?????

and when you no longer,
see me,
just close the blinds,
of those mesmerizing eyes,
shut all the noises out,
breathe the revitalizing air,
inside your lungs,
and dwell in yourself,
that's where my paradise is,
that's where i'll always be,
you will always find me,
in your thoughts,
in your mind,
in your heart...

it's getting dark again,
the place which once was so glimmering,
everything is being veiled,
by the menacing darkness,
i can see the shadows,
getting darker,
and i curse,
i curse that moment,
when i thought,
it's always going to be the same,
it will always be,
a bright shiny day,
i curse that time,
when i made myself,
believe that,
sun will never set,
now that it is drenched in blood,
and now that i see my room,
that was once so happy,
lying dead in the silence,
i curse myself,
for being alone now,
and being with you then.....

and when you,
are forced,
to put on a smile,
be buried in graves,
of your own words,
every minute feels like,
scratching your nails,
on rough,
hard rocks,
it feels as if,
your head will burst,
as if,
you will start bleeding,
it all happens,
apparently,
you stand there,
still,firm and straight,
but only you know,
that inside,
you are screaming,
shouting,pleading,
for aid,
but how come they know,
you are hurt,
they are blind,
blind from the real eyes,
blind from all the pain.......

Most people see me,
As the oh-so-happy girl,
As I smile a lot,
As I laugh on even silly things a lot,
As I have a super funny sense of humour,
But behind the curtains,
Only I know,
What it feels like,
To be buried alive,
In the grave of your own words,
Grave of your own unexpressed feelings,
Of unsaid truths,
Only I know,
How hard it is,
For me,
To hold onto my sails,
In the sea of whirlpools,
Storms,strong winds,and destruction everywhere,
Only I have seen,
The dark wicked faces,
Of the demons,
I battle everyday,
How I hear them,
Laughing t me,
Teasing me,
Only I know,
How it feels like,
When you can feel,
The sharp,
Knife like words,
Piercing your heart,
Poisoning your ears,
And when I get tired of hiding it all,
I put on a smile,
On my face,
Just to make them,
Focus more on my lips,
And less on my wet eyes…………

It’s a shame for me,
To claim,
That I live in,
An independent state,
When all I see around me,
Are salves
Slaves of fate,
Slave of greed,
Slaves of lies,
It is a disgrace for me,
To say,
That I live in a.
Peaceful state,
Where  everyday,when I wake up,
All I see are the bodies,
Of innocents hanging,
Hanging on the branches,
Branches of banyan,
Branches of trees,
It is so degrading.
For me to say,
I belong to a loving state,
When I see my people,
Being discriminated,
On basis of colour, sect,religion,
And I feel ashamed,
When I see a headless body,
Of an innocent child,
Who had only learnt to smile……………

struggling childhood,
infinite smiles,
dashing youth,
amazing life,
the wrinkled eyes had,
treasure of memories to share,
but none in the old house had ears to hear,
so the treasure was buried,
deep under the soil,
with the wrinkled eyes....