Oh what a feeling to be home in yourself
That is the feeling I crave as I roam
In dire straits of deep despair as darkness looms
I wish so hard for my mouth to foam

These failures on the trodden roads
They’ve darkened my old soul
The externality of my worth haunts me as I try
To gather it it within through the sieve of my goals

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Healing from you took an eternity.
But I’d still fall for you if someone dared me to (in a game of truth or dare).
That just goes to show that healing and moving on are separate things.

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Your name. At times a raging flame. At others a smoldering ember. But never devoid of warmth. Shall live forever in my heart. Is this what they call love?

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All I need is to be held when I stagger. Or even an echo of a promise for the same. Is it too much to ask?

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Kagazi ye dil hai aur kalam si tu
Iss kahani ka bhi anjaam dekha jaye ?

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Loving you is as easy as breathing but the sad reality is that I now crave death.

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Two parts of me
One pragmatic and one a fool.
One tries to reason , one loses its cool.
They quarrel each moment to get a final say
They quarrel in my head night and day.
One loves without fear , the other loses hope
Such senseless bicker, how do I cope?
One says love hurts but the other listens not
Says this love is air, bottle it you cannot.
The other meanwhile has a million empty jars
"One day I'll catch it, I care not for scars!!"
Who gets the final word in, who wins this debate?
This quarrel eternal. I leave it to fate.

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Behold my greed and stand aghast
As I climb the stairs to hell
Beneath the world of sins at last
Does my conscience dwell
I try and try to parry blows
Of righteousness that seethes
Buried in my heartless hollows
On my evil it feeds
It is a war for my world
To see who will prevail
Will the hounds of greed be hurled
Or will they tear my veil
Of sanity and my ideals
In time we will see
Will my morals face the ordeals
Or will they truly flee.

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HIRAETH.
You might not have been the most comfortable, but you were still home.
Took a long time to realize I needed to move away in search of comfort.
But what of the longing, you ask?
It'll stay.
For a home that never was.
For a home that couldn't be.

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I feel love spurt out of me at times and in those moments I realize that you can only keep your love bottled in for so long before it starts leaking.

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