Sponge.

It's amazing, isn't it?

How a little distance

can change your perception of life

Showing you the whole picture

Not just the pieces with terrible colour

It's amazing, isn't it?

How a little pause in your life

Is exactly what you need

When you've lost

all hopes to win the race

To reflect on your flaws

Or to gain some insights

It's amazing, isn't it?

How a higher altitude

Makes the world seem beautiful

Hiding the ugly cracks

It shows a picturesque wall

Insignificant, like a dust, that's what I am.

To me...

You were my pain

A cruel feeling

That consumed my mind.

Till I forgot everything else

You are all I thought

And you are all I felt

You were my anchor

That didn't let me surface

I was bound to you

Until the day I drowned

And it was relief I felt

With the release

Of my last breath..

To you,

I was your shadow

Always following you

In stormy nights

In grainy lights

Even in your darkest hours

When you were too immersed

In your own darkness to see me.

I was your air

Essence of your life

But unnoticed

Until the day I left

And you realised

What suffocation is.

I was your sun

You frowned

Whenever you looked at me

Hid yourself

In my presence

But you didn't realise

Without me

No dawn is coming.

You are right my lady

I'm no one's judge or jury

I lack a heart to know your beauty

Nor am I a commander of truth

What do I say; what do I do?

When I'm just your eyes

Reflected back at you.

Mirror, mirror on the wall;

Save your breath, save your words;

What makes you my judge and jury;

You see an image, not my beauty.

Whoever says mirrors don't lie,

When your very reflection is inverted.

It doesn't matter how hard you try.

You glue them together or tie them in a knot or hold onto them for dear life;

There'll be always something that's left behind; that becomes the ghost of the past.

I feel like that ghost sometimes, desperately gasping for that one breath of life.

Dark magnetic beady eyes

With one gaze, they cage your soul

Cunning smile and a youthful face

Beautiful like the silver moon

She'd look back haughtily

Unduly proud of her beauty

“The moon has scars.”

She'd say, “While I have none.”

I wonder what she thinks now that I've left her scarred with my love.

Na hum khud se khush hain,

Na iss duniyaa ki rivazon se;

Fir v ussi ko leke age kyun badh rahe hain hum?

malum hai ki kuchh galat ho raha hai;

Jo samaj Humne banaya tha,

Usse humara hi dum ghut raha hai;

Fir bhi badlab se itna darte kyun hain hum?

Evil Place Called Mind

I stare into the void,

Lost in my head.

I scream from inside,

I beg for help.

It's an bottomless abyss,

An endless maze.

As the tendrils of evil thoughts,

Drags me down,

Deeper and deeper,

To some dark unknown place.

I look at the sky,

Grasping the hanging roots of sanity,

I pray to God,

For some semblance of reality.

But the sky still remains dark,

As it throws back my plea,

As if saying I'm not worthy enough,

For the life given to me.

I lose my grip on sanity,

Losing all hope,

As a firm tendril yanks me down,

Trapping me somewhere I can't get out of.

It's the evil place called my mind.

How naive we were to assume

That the galaxy spins around us

That the stars were gathered to watch

While dance in the centre of universe

Thought we brought colour to this world

And the sprinkle of stardust

How naive we were that we couldn't see

The stars conspiring against us

And now everything is spiralling away...

The colours are fading away....

My heart still beats...

But from inside the wooden box.

Pain Of A Broken Heart♡

Where do all these broken hearts go?

Do they wither away

Like a colorful rose

plucked away from his home

Or become sharp like a broken glass

That can tear your skin apart

Are they somewhere

Hiding from the world, healing?

Are they lost

In a permanent state of mourning?

Or have they stopped beating

Left in a cold wooden box

In an open graveyard

For others to see

As an emblem of tragic love

Or are they the wanderers

Sitting on an unknown grave

Crying for a stranger

For a broken heart knows

The pain of thousand deaths