She’s gone; she felt her when she leftIt was dreadful for herIt was a feeling of helplessness She cannot see her eyes cry anymoreShe could discern the pain in her eyes when she left her; there were dire screams in the abyss of her soupy heart. Yet, she could have stayed for the sake of her love, she said.She pleaded, ...

I still cannot find the definition for life, and now this is the new delusion.Life is differentLife is singleLife can be a missionFor every living soul; it’s their own vision Is there any meaning to it?anything that you conceived for the future may not gonna fitIs there any meaning to our lives?every day seem the same pattern of the moon ...

I want to grow old with you I want to grow bold with you … You’ll fall and I will hold Living all the love as I told … Facing you, this I will say I will forever make you stay … As I said, I want to share the cold with you I want to grow old with you ...

It was the most beautiful death! He kissed my wounds once, Made me believe his love in tons. I needed his hand, and I knew that he can. He pulled me out, and made me stand All what I could see was his footprints on sand I felt no loss, I needed no gain But after one cure, he never ...

Being her own bandage she binds up her own wounds. Being her own bandage she protects herself from those who touch the wounds. She’s calm and her worries are abound, wiping her own tears she never gets astound. She knows she’s the only one there for herself. Being her own bandage, she consoles herself every time, there would be someone ...

Her screams remained in grave of her heart, Every time she stood still looking herself in mirror falling apart. Those drops are flowing in vain taking her to place where no one else can, she look vacantly incapable to explain what she gaze for in that reflection, ‘Eyes are too pretty to cry’ as people said she recall, but every ...

​Forsooth you don’t need another human-being to make your life complete and soothing. Let’s be honest regarding this, having your wounds kissed by someone who doesn’t even know what you are going through , doesn’t even know about the hell disasters in your head and irksome rushes of your soul. Unknowingly, how they’ll comprehend, you speak out your emotions, your ...

I was unaware of the fact that I’m writing you until someone told me he too wants to be the love in someone’s poetry ! He too wants to be the soothing of someone’s sorrow. Wants to be the relief when emotions bleed. Prolonged dull pain in stanzas and intense desire was no more hidden. She writes emotion experienced with ...