is there any such thing
as too much ink
too many pens
more paper
than the human heart can fill?

the heart does nothing
but pump the blood that is necessary
to fill my fingers
to move
to scrawl too much ink
with too many pens
on more paper
than such a treacherous ***** deserves.

but the heart will get its ink
if it has to bleed dry in order to fill
the pens that it thinks it should have
to defile more paper
than any forest should have to give.

the heart will have what it wants
forests
nibs
and veins
be ******

there were
shadows
that fought
for the right to
exist
descended off
the stairwell
fell into
the frostlake

and it continues.

before
they struggled
in the dark
then,

everything's gone.

I had a dream that you died
Committed suicide
Because you couldn't find love in a blink of an eye
But in reality, I'm the one dying inside
I was right here and I didn't know why
I was never good enough to be a part of your life
In reality, it's me with tears in my eyes
Spreading flowers and seeing the light
Entering sweet release of you and I.
Rest in peace my love, forever goodbye.

"Wind moves in her mighty way;
Plucking along the flowers so gay.
Red,Green,Yellow and blue;
Flowers singing mellow tune as they flew.

Mountain, River,Plateau and plain;
Flower flying above them as they compete the slowing train.
Purple,White,Black and Grey,
Flowers mesmerizing people as they fly away.

Flying as they land on a park's bench;
Rainfall making them all drench.
Silver,Pink,Violet and brown,
'what if I make them in a crown?'

Says the girl who picks them all;
Not letting any single of them fall.
And as their journey came to an end,
They all adorned the girl's head as a new trend.

With all her might she cry;
Till her eyes goes all dry.
Waiting for the one she love,
Unfortunately he disappeared in the sky above.

Tossing and Turning all night;
Praying for him to come in sight.
Deep in thoughts she's again,
Going down the memory lane.

The way he laughed, the way he smiled;
All his naughtiness competing a child.
Remembering all those memories again,
She cries the tears of pain.

On the day of his departure not a single tear in her eye;
because she finally knew where he'd fly.
A smile creeping on her face ear to ear;
Because their love will live on for  thousand year!

With glossy eyes I see;
'our' past that unfolds before me.
the scattered memories we shared,
To let them go I feel scared.

He was never meant for me;
yet I wonder how marvelous we'd actually be.
He never knew me personally,
yet I love him solemnly.

Red was the colour I love on him;
He had that sparkle which never dim.
Waiting after all these years I seek,
the truth hidden deep inside him which never speaks.

Pretending oblivious towards my feelings;
He left me alone with all the dealing.