The Morning After

Cacooned by the velvet of the night
two souls tangled up
free on the streets
that have died.
Laughing and drunk on love,
two souls
sumberged in sleep,
covered in sheets.
As the morning rolls in
so does the reality they left behind. 

From LOVE to HEARTACHE

He looks at her

like the sun looks at the moon

with burning flames and undying passion .

He loves her 

like stars love the night 

with a sense of home in a vast galaxy .

He needs her 

like the lungs crave for oxygen

after being held down with an anchor at the bottom of the sea.

He wants her 

like the ocean kisses the shoreline

always coming back after a fight.

He looses her 

like the warmth in winter

nursing his broken heart 

wrapped in blankets with a cup of chocolate.

He forgets her (or atleast tries to)

but when he sees her with a smile plastered on her face 

holding another man-

He crumbles 

like the soft batter from the cookies she used to make.

He looks at her now

like the moon looks at the sun

admiring from afar 

never getting burnt.

Inside My Mind

Loneliness ,
it never fades away .
Like this so called 'Perfection ',
it is bound to stay .
And when you enter this void ,
the pain is overcomed by the numbness ,
yet I want pain to keep me alive .
So that is why these scars won't fade .
When I close my eyes ,
the cracks in my heart start to pain .
And I crouch ,
trying to shield myself from it .
It wont go away ,
a voice in my head tells me ,
and suicide seems my last resort.
Then I think about you ,
and the hell you put me through .
So , I live another day to make
you realize  that I am fighter
and that being young is not stupid .
I am not an idiot.
It is just that other people's needs have always been first .
And yes I am insecure and afraid ,
but at least I am still here , arent I ?
Just clinging on to another day .

The Tale of Four-Lettered Words

Hope – a four letter word

Embedded on her skin

Feeding of her dreams.

Love – a four letter word

She has never seen

But she is keen.

Mind – a four letter word

That never works

Because analyzing is not her forte.

Help – a four letter word

That she asks for

But only in her dreams.

But in the end

Words are just words

And dreams are just dreams.

In the midst of it all

Lies salvation for her

Inner beast.

Things That Are Always There

                              

                        There will be beauty

                        There will be beasts

                        There will be joy

                        There will be sadness

                        There will be madness

                        There will be tranquility

                        There will be you

                        There will be me

            (Between will be walls of your mind

                    And pain of my heart)

                       Destroy them.

                        

                   

Moon Bound

she wept for “the sun will not rise”

until their final goodbye.

it will not thrive on her smile,

kiss her skin,

for now she is moon bound,

causing tides

and speculations

until a shadow appears

transcending her into the girl she was.

In a Sea of Strangers

                                                     

A tribute to Peyton Sawyer

She brushed past the never ending strangers,
the same figures with their shiny suits
and leather bags.
Submerged with unfamiliarity,
she tries to find solace.
In the boy who has lost his mother
or the girl whose parents are fighting.
She really tries.
But in sea of soulless lives, 
and heartless chests.
How can she?

Breathe in and out.
She can do this.
She pretends that you are there
at the end of the street.
A pair of blue orbs and ruffled hair waiting.

She arrives but she is lonely.
Somewhere along the line,
she lost her way.
But the helping hands catching her when she falls,
they are not you.

The Not So Typical Start .

My Philosophy 

Dear Readers,                                                            
Thank You for stopping by at my blog.
Here is a list of things about me that will make you more familiar with me.
1. I am a self proclaimed poet
2. I am also known as a walking dictionary .
3. I am chocoholic.
4. I am obsessed with iced coffee.
5. My therapists are Mr. Chocolate and Mrs. Bawling on the couch.
6. I will laugh at anything and everything.
7. The most daring thing I have ever done is using passive aggressive sarcasm.
8. I am also terrible at confrontations.
9. I hate any sort of conflict.
10. I am a born peacemaker and peace lover.
11. Out of sight, never out of mind.
12. I reminisce in the past.
13. I am also very emotional .
14. In fact I can go from laughing hysterically to sobbing loudly in under a minute.
15. I hate getting angry.
16. I love cuddles (Like seriously if this was a profession i would be a pro at it .)
17. I love good music.
18. I dislike any sort of vague rhetoric . (I am talking about you, Donald Trump)
19. Superwoman/Lilly Singh is my idol and if I ever do meet her, I have no idea how will I react.

20. I am also every Maths teacher's worst nightmare
21. John Green is my favorite contemporary young adult male writer.( So many classifications)

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