She won't talk in a way
She will probably walk away....
She won't see you though
She has sea of emotions for you...

In the flash of flame & fame
When comes her name,
She is flushed with blush
& Hides sudden​ly in the rush...

She is shy
Don't know why
You just go
& Say "Hi"

Better to deserve and not have
Than to have and not deserve...
Better to do and not to be recognised
Than to be recognised and not have done...

One day
A friend in need
I did everything I could
I did not give up
He pushed away
He was sick
He was my brother
I was his little sister
Not of blood
But of heart
He was giving up
I wasn't
Even if he pushed away
I would always stay
He wouldn't answer
I thought all I did was in vain
But I kept on doing it

Now I know
Nothing was in vain
It's not the same though
But he is thankful for being my main
My main thought throughout those dark days
He is thankful for all I did
And he says without me he'd be lost

Now I know
Better to deserve and not have
Than to have and not deserve...
Better to do and not to be recognised
Than to be recognised and not have done...

I'm losing my ability to speak
soon, no one will be able to understand me
i'll be speaking gibberish
using slang that no one can place
reinventing english
until language is my own

I use the same words
but they never have the same meaning
I speak in circles until my head buzzes
and my mouth is too tired to move

I am a mute
and a soundbox
an animal -- only one of my kind
unable to communicate
with a single living soul

Doorways are things of beauty
An obstruction to conquer
A necessary tool for the poet
to explore and prosper* ...