If Mirror were to reflect minds, it would have shattered in pieces.... To reflect it perfectly .... in details.

I saw you cross the street
And thought... This is how lightening strike must feel like....

Sitting on the desk, when I saw you ducking your head through same doors I walked few minutes back...
I thought... This is what people must mean about life being unfair

I still remember the first question that came out of your mouth(you asked the professor) .. And I thought... This is what losing one's mind must feel like...

When I saw you smiling with another girl, I didn't feel jealous
Was it because I was sure she will not be able to maintain your interest.... For long.. And thought... this is what vanity must feel like

My mind registered... When you were not in the class... And i thought..this is what delusion must feel like

I couldn't help myself from looking at you.... At times... And i thought...this is what looking at a car crash must feel like

I still remember the colour of your shirt that day... Even though i hardly remember anything else and i think...

She asked me my name
And although i had no intention of telling her
I ended up revealing more than she could contain
It was play pretend from then on
I sometimes tried to touch her heart
But my hands passed through
At times she felt like a hologram
She was busy doing chores
while i was counting painful scores
We held each other close
But we couldn't be farther
She was pieced together so tightly
And i was fragmented so badly
But what was common was
We both were broken once
And still are...

She was the kind of sweet that made you choke back your tears
and count them again when you were alone.....

She was a book of puzzles.
In a cover so plain.
It was puzzling.

All the girls/boys that hated you
And all the boys/girls that you loved
There is a special place for them
Its neither heaven nor earth

Where did you go and break yourself into thousand little pieces, heart?

You and me
There is a sea between you and me
Its colored blue.

Love was lying there
Begging her to hold his hand
But she was afraid of losing her stand

Everything is special
Or nothing is
In its own way

It was one of those days again
Her each sunshine sooner or later was akin to rain

John thought John was a nice man
John loved his family
John went to church
John paid his bills,for being a human
John was agreeable,to his colleagues and to charity
John paid his dues for being in a society
John loved animals
John even slipped a couple of notes to people begging on the streets


But John,John thought he was a bad man
John was constantly bleeding
John had a hole so big in his soul,but no one could find it
John loved his family but he was ready to quit anyday
John went to church ,but those hail Marys were bitter birch
John liked his colleagues and would have loved to put a little poison in their coffees
John paid his dues but couldn't stop the gagging in his throat everytime he did it
John once puked on the society and washed it squeaky clean so fast
No one could see it
John cared so much that he didn't give a **** by night

But he slept
Good John was punctual

She didn't write poetry
Poetry got written through her

Poetry is baring your soul...naked.

If you ever knew a woman truly,
You came close to magic

And love
What of love?!
Have you ever heard of a cage...
Glorified that much

They say love kills
so i asked him :Are u dead?

Blue Blue Blue Blue Blue
But she was so
True True True True True

Light are waves,
and waves are light,
So tell me why do I sway

The eyes might look beautiful and nice now
But soon they will turn dark and cold as ice

I was never sad that it broke
I was sad that you never tried to rebuild it

Her smell permeated my soul so strongly
Now I have anosmia

Cruelty doesn't make her cry anymore,
Those rose thorns don't hurt so much
As a sweet caress
Sweet words do
They hurt, they touch
They make her cry
They make her wonder
Where did they come from
Chinese fingergames
Angry child...
Breaks her
Its like waiting
Small a gesture
Can hurt you so much

She was angry
But now she is resigned
Like an ocean with remaining shells and sounds
He was in the mud,the swine
He threw some on her
Thinking that she will get *****
But the dirtiness was always in his mind
Everyone told her he might have ugliness beneath his beauty
But she thought maybe there was some tenderness hidden behind hard lines
Or That it might be the exception
Or maybe she just got lured
Shiny things attract us
And don't we go bumping in them all the time
But you can't tame a beast,MAN
It will bite you the moment it gets a chance
It will show you its ugliness
Much deeper than the ***** mud on the skin
An incurable....disease of the mind
And make you believe that ...maybe maybe it's just how he is
Or maybe its you....bringing out the beast in him
But let's be honest
Most of the time he is a calculated,conniving,cold hearted monster planning his sinister deeds,well in advance
He requires no apologists
Because All he is ....
is a heartless cold blooded Swine

She does good in short games
Always.Always.Always
Give her white muscles,give her sprints
She doesn't stick for long ones
It ain't her thing
Continuity is her Kryptonite
One day is all she excels in
She can't stay,she is always runin
Her track record is long but it is always in short things
She is a good Jack of all
But ain't master of nothing

She had beautiful eyes
They looked like sunrise

She killed herself
And no one cared
She was not their daughter
And not their sister
So it was not their pain to bear

He didn't like women with spine
He was Spineless

She wondered if the stars were too close or if she was too far....
From earth, humans

She was beautiful
Just like the wind
Before storm

Love left her body
And was found crawling on the floor
Tears of somebody
drowned her and brought her back ashore

Oceans behind her retinal curtains
But she never cried

You can't hold it for long
And there are many delusions
Million stars in the sky and a billion blues in the ocean
You think you are close to edge and you will drop in the solution
But your mind just puts another thought in  motion
It's the contemplation about contemplating about contemplation

You can be deep down in the muck
And still be a lotus
Saw it with my own eyes

Apart
Apart
Apart
we are rivers apart
you came off of me
I came off of you
Now your tongue is gibberish
my gestures are sicklish
Now nothing can bring us
bring us back together
we are miles apart
miles and miles and galaxies and light years
APART