parched. scarred.
failed to heal.
unable to bloom.
more helpless.
I have seen it begging.
all around. for life.
  
                 -humanity.

It must be the moon.
for which. sun changes.
its directions. from east to west.
But, finds no signs of it.

//Sun //moon

Watering only makes the
withered blossoms, fresh again.
While, watering a fresh
one makes it decay. soon.

It's important to wear out.
sometimes.
In order to bloom again.

Be my moon.
and witness. how I shatter into millions of stars.
for only they can be with the moon.
and sun is distant in spite of loving it.

Ever thought, to make a flower bloom.
in autumn dryness.
and to irrigate that parched hope,
taking its last breath. in a barren soul.
To make someone know what happiness is.
and hence settle down thy inner chaos,
inhaling little silence.
Ever tried to experience that sense
of satisfaction one gets.
by putting smile on other's face.
And have you ever tried,
sharing your belongings.
unused one. resting in corners.
If not selflessly then do this.
being a selfish. Only to experience
the satisfaction.
Only to be happy and to smile.
                  
                         - Joy of giving

Some stories end up.
in the dreams.

     - death before meeting reality.

Oh pretty blossom.
You'll rule. over years.
and not only for
a decade or millennium.
Independent of seasons.
You'll bloom. round the clock.
Only let me wrap you.
in your petals. for once.

Shed your thorns. for while.
My love. It hurts.
I'll water and bruise the wounds.
Let me wrap you.
in your petals. fallen down.

No worm will come near. now.
Neither this wind will annihilate.
Your beauty, attar will stay. forever.
Let me wrap you.
in your petals. once again.

And if I write verses.
only for you. then will you
also do the same for me ?
Love can't be traded.  
so can we exchange art ?
I can't force love,
to keep us together.
Maybe art can stand as.  
my last hope...

Lend me your madness.
I shall. mend it.
with my verses.
And if not that. I'll also be.
little mad. So you never feel.
yourself different. amidst crowd.

              - I'll mend your problems
                 or be a part of it.

I'm afraid of my silence.
wrap me in your screams.

//wrap me

I'll break into pieces.
thousands of time,
for my verses will heal me.
Gracefully...

//broken