i wish you turned back
faked a smile to bid goodbye .
it couldn't have been that tough
for you , being such a great actor .

burn out the dark with yellow flames
burn out the cold with warm hearts
burn the negativity with the spirit of love .

your eyes besotted seeking
my curves rhyming to beautiful poetry
trying to understand my unsolved
black and white mystery .
I am so done with this monotonous life
i crave renascence
paint me with your happy colors
lips scarlet red , eyes honey brown
my cheeks blushed pink
my nails painted blue .
for i want to see the poetry hidden in me too .

the grass will grow again
wilder  and stronger .

i fear no storm of tragedy and loss
i have been broken into pieces before
i know it'll be bad and excruciating
but trust me i know how to fix everything torn
after the storm calms down , i'll arrange and stick
my pieces back
for i exactly know which piece goes where .

Some nights passages away so prompt
those nights i enjoy deeper sleep
for other un-rushed nights
my chest carries a burden of my heavy breathe

shadow of cold night stabs my chest multiple
times , these nights
are filled with discomfort as
i struggle to calm my unrest mind .

my eyes wide open , i hear bird chirping outside
sun rays tracing their way up the bed , soothing
my hurting chest ,
i close my eyes and pull the blanket to one
side as now i can sleep calmly without fearing
dreams of pitch black nights .

its good that you left
for spending my life would've not been this
beautiful with you .

I've heard this somewhere and
i sense it to be true , that
   trees can communicate
in some bizarre language
   and they feel the pain
when we cut them through .

You should've taught me how to LET GO ,
I stood dumb frozen without a clue, on
how to tackle your practical overlook .
You kept explaining that we weren't meant to be .
How could i grasp ,without bursting into tears.
You felt fine after you emptied your heart,
you played my emotions and conveniently left .
And i stayed back not knowing how to move ahead .
You should've taught me how to LET GO , beforehand .

you took away all  that i had
you knocked my heart down
sharp arrow of destitution pierced through my chest
slashing my heart into two pieces of junk
which meant absolutely nothing to you
for this very end .

suddenly i can not relive the taste of your lips
and for once in these past years i feel relieved .

i've been talking to the stars lately ,
they know my secrets now
they're aware of my embarrassments  
they know i stutter when i call you mine ,
i believe they like our story 'cause
they twinkle bright when i speak of you ,

i am asking for a vow and i hope you keep it this time
a vow to not mention our broken love story to the stars .

for they shall remember us for evermore .
let us stay in their world as two agapornis
and not as two terribly broken hearts .

never held your hand
never kissed your lips
never been so close to feel your breath
is it stupid to say ,
i feel your warmth when i go to bed .

if i tell them  all about me
will they understand me for once ?
if i cry and complain
will they empathize with my past?
if i laugh and burst into tears
will they uncover my masked fears ?
if i point right and wrong
will they embolden me for being bold ?
what if i verbalize and don't pause
how long will they tolerate me ?

your timid vision can't see my vast horizons .

hey moon , lets be realistic
are you the same moon poets and lovers compare
to as the limitless beauty , of obviously their beloved one's

why do i see you and think of you ,just as a star
isn't that exactly who you are ,
a star close to me , bright enough to radiate a shine on my face
making me fall for me again ,
i see no scars with your shiny light ,
you make my skin glow ,
even though its rough and has marks  ,

how do you stay so calming and positive
even though you own nothing , not even the light
isn't it true , you borrowed it from the day star ...

why isnt it normal to be single ,
why dont we talk about being on our own ,
i want to tell each one of you that you are enough ,
you are what you want
you are not incomplete at all ,
you just think you want something more ,
lets change the definition of love,
and term it as continuous growth
we grow we nurture we
love and we care  ,  
and just be okayy with being single
and absolutely fabulous all by ourself .

i want to love
the waterfalls i cross by ,
the mountains that stand high
the clouds that talk in a sign language,
and me , who is good enough for myself ...

some bad experiences leave a good impact
i went through **** and found
so many beautiful souls to mend my broken heart

He dreamed of her in a hut by his side
Unassertive to the end of time

I haven't been writing lately ,
just not to make it about you
poems have been my possession
i don't want to pen down you ,
for i know you'll take this away too...

I want my heart to be empty
Empty from False tales
Empty of hatred
Empty of all expectation
and
yes, of pain....

Old lady cradling a baby
make it home
"where did you get this baby " granny
"nursery " the old lady note
Solicitous for baby
she hassle alot .
Her senility got her sick
She was frail as lamp for epoch
Through the window , solos tot
watched her fade away
Fine morning she laid lifeless ,
leaving a note which elucidate
"Care and water this little tree , it will bear my blessings for gen z "

I look at the maps hanging up on my wall
admiring the world for the best it got
yet i see
Poverty swell and trivial refugees struggle
and there are cardinal power wars
destitute crave for food shelter and cloths

O' why lord ?
"Its the beginning of the horror flick, my son
there are copious others , yet unaddressed and unresolved "

However i reckon
how simple it is to conquer despair hanging up on my wall
For today mighty fighter  
stop and sleep a lil more,
cuddle your love and hold her a lil long
refashion your battle cry  to cry of love
Shed tears its no harm
miracle will happen as you kiss her once more .

You are the puppet fighter, no doubt you are strong
they know your strength , they are foxy back stabbers brother
they'll aflame your soul ,
Don't forget you have love back home ...

I fathom
she was Ocean
she had her own waves and tides'
i was a boat , small though
but determined to stay up with her vibe ..

Shutting the window close
He insisted her to sit near the fireplace
He knew this time the winter wind was ice cold

Silence was whooshing his ear
He long for her to sing , Her song ..
The same song which sparked their relationship so strong ..
Her song which brought life to this brick-wood home
He longed for her laughs .. his sunshine

Her cheeks were numb
and hand shivering as she picked the chair up ,
He quickly held her hand and rubbed them with warmth
He said a silent prayer ,
for summer to come soon
But somewhere deep he knew the warm weather
couldn't WARM A HEART GROWN COLD...

when the world was cruel
and you impair

you were alone
and had no give back

when you were bulldozed
for aims you never had

your personality was rescind
and disguised to regular

when you had no choice to
leave and move ahead
you bore the odium of nugatory pack

when you were so good
and gave all your best

you were loathed
and clepe as bad

times when heartbroken you cried to sleep
your head under pillow
words unavowed bide

You turned cold with FIRE inside
it would have been better
IF YOUR SILENCE SPOKE OTHERWISE ....

Clueless
i solve the tangled beads
chaotic sequence of anxiety

each bead has a peculiar ding
some are noise
and some are euphony

i bought this chain years back
it was less tangled then ,
however i entwine it bad

shop fortune smuggled me this chain
gave me deal , to untangle this chain
And live eternity ....