My world has gotten dark.
I've met people whom I have connected better.
I've learned to laugh louder,
Cry harder, Smile wider, Speak wiser,
And pretend well.
So here is,
To the acceptance that we would no longer be like we used to,
To the curiosity that will always linger,
Wondering about what-ifs and what-could-have-beens,
To embracing the fact that we were always bound to end from the very beginning,
To waving goodbye, To growing up,
And to accepting the growth,
That we had,
As we fall apart.

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Love is a war..
You either win,
Or you die trying.

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Do you even know what it's like to so desperately want to die?
Not so much die actually, but not live either.
I fear that I am losing all the emotions,
Losing them to the thoughts in my head!
Do you even know what it's like to want to heal?
But your wounds forever bleed instead.
Do you even know what it's like to feel yourself giving up?

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The moments lived by us seemed to be so beautiful and full of delight..
Just then in a flutter of my eyes everything changed.
Everything got trapped in pictures.
The days once lived and felt became memories of the past..

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Riling dejection,

Imperfect life,

Melancholic heart,

Flooded eyes,

Are these sorrows here with me for eternity?

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See how my existence is being swamped by great torrents, the pain swirling into my heart,
Sinking into melancholy where nothing but death waits, drifting me away from light.
For it seemed unable to endure these storms.
My heart is dull for my place in your life was nothing. They say, "you mean a lot". But I've been asking, searching love in their words.

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When I die, would you bring colour to my room?
When I die, you won't make stuff up!
The day I will bid goodbye, come by and share your breath for a few moments.
I know it won't do me any virtue but maybe it will calm any inner controversies.
Write a tribute because of my ardour for words and I know you know.
Use words that i used, like love and pain.
Concealed tears and invisible cries of pain will be shadowing my room.
Put your hand on my face or hands,
Telling me it's all the same.
Touch me being myself for one last time.
I know it won't do me any virtue but i would like to take the prospects.
If you could, meet me once, before I turn ashes.

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Who am I?
I don't know.
Whatever!
Time to carry on this living show.

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Screams echo in darkness,
Withered feelings left,
Unattended,
Forgotten.
Pain swallows me
Creating a mess,
Hollowing me.
I shiver,
Not from the cold but because of my mind play.
Ah! These mind games always overtakes this heart.

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Hold me in your dreams atleast,
Just until the night falls out of sight.

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