She, who played a part in the cheat,
seems happy with her latest beau,
While I lay dead, acting fine, next to you.

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I pray before thee, the greatest and kind almighty,
Look past my innocent mistakes, & please forgive me,
For I promise not to continue down the sinful path anymore,
And try to be the better version of me starting tomorrow,
Ofcourse everytime it hurts more than the previous one with every heartbreak, my wounds are a little more torn,
Guilty, I keep aside all the shimmers they offer me,
I believe in the impossible possibility...
Of improvements, amendments, understanding and loyality,
How old-school of me to not have learnt the Nursery-lessons already,
Of history repeating itself and then,hurting me,
Literally, Draining out my self-esteem,
But I promise, for the hundredth time, that this hierarchy of HURT, ends here ,
And a new play of SELFISH-SELFLOVE shall take over,
Beautiful things are coming my way, I sense it,
You would’nt just put thorns on my path to LOVE and TRUST, for nothing.

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Nights were easier, when she had no idea.

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You did everything to make sure she ain't smiling,
Now you're complaining of not being happy around her??

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I finally had her speak with me,
Moments after she rested in peace.

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I'm mostly under-dressed to make people around me feel superior..unless, its SHOW TIME.

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The clouds of confusion grew darker,
It could rain tears any moment now,
The sky is holding itself up quite well,
All grayed out, stressing over petty things,
Angels are escaping to their respective nests,
They don't want to be a part of nature's vengeance,
Winds of their charms took away all fortune & hope,
Fear of death is the only thing that man has,
God is plotting a mysterious end,
Our fates are all scripted,everyone's ought to play their part.

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How is it that in friendship ...

Time passes by..
Equations fluctuate..
And yet, we resume from the moment we paused then,
Like we never even parted ways.

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Everytime I feel lonely,
I hold my own hand , comfort myself,
As a teardrop or two rolls down my eyes,
Shivers run up my spine,
I loathe the time spent in his arms,
How would I ever cleanse myself off his thoughts !!!

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Someone put me out of my misery,
Stab me to death, so I can feel only numb,
Hurt me to the extent, that pain only tickles,
Slit my throat so I don't have to beg nomore,
Abduct me, and throw me in a whole new world,
I know noone of, so I can start afresh,can nomore complain,
I'm sure love feels nothing feel like I feel everytime,
Why would they commit for a lifetime otherwise,
Who wants to be strangled, and lose their conscious away with other's lies,
Who calls it love, only if it happens at night or need...
Everytime I think its different from the last time, I wrong myself,
Now it seems that there must be something wrong with me,
Maybe a hole that desperately needs love, yet can never be filled.

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