Tum mujhse aashiqui na sahi
Aawargi hi kar lo— % &

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You know I've ruined so many beautiful things
I've broken such valuables all these years
I've cursed myself for the mistakes I never intended to make
But you my dear, I must say you've topped 'em all

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All these poems I write after you leave
Longing to be a crumb of your shredded love
Shredded and lost and forgotten
Long gone
But you were here this morning
Or is it an infidel person
Who doesn't know how to keep a girl
You told me I am like a child
Naive!
But I say it's only for you
It's only for you

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It's morning already but he tells me it's a dream
Like granny used to tell me all the lies from those fictional stories
But she told me not to be prey to such sweet lies
Told me when boys say it, it's venom disguised in elixir
She'd be sad knowing that I've surrendered to your realistic dreams and unrealistic reality
A mix of lies, delusion, and chaos

A piece of my soul wandering in this unholy light
I see the knife holder in the kitchen is empty
And I am all bruised, all blood, all salt
Sifting through our Halloween memories
You got the wings of an angel but the heart of a devil
And so gracefully, you carry it all
Like it ain't aching
It ain't hurting

The times I tried to repress my feelings for you
Because granny told me to stay away from bad boys
But I guess that's exactly my taste
It was no big deal
Just your fingers entangled in my hair asking me to run away
But all I could do was hold you tighter
Afraid to lose myself when I let you go

Well, I am a new person every morning
Reckoning the loss after a beautiful night

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You never apologised for the wounds I had to cover with a bleeding silhouette

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I called you my home but I realized people ain't home
Just a caricature of blood and bones
Some just present, some tattooed with memories of the past

My tattooed heart goes back to a thousand sleepless nights
I say tonight but tonight you're gone
Leaving me with a God-like divinity
Like Autumn's shower

The day you forged our love on my back
And the teeth marks in the moonlit moment
The love lines all across my face
Misleading me to a beautiful space
I want a love, almost sacred

This is me craving for love
This is me craving for you.
Again!

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Your love had never known softness
That I bled for you until there was nothing left in me to bleed more
And my heart still dies a little death everyday
When I see you with her
In the cafe where we first met
I go there often
Even after knowing I'll see you
Holding her hands
Smiling and laughing with her
You'll look at me
You'll notice me
But you won't notice my lips
You won't notice that I've stopped wearing your favourite lipstick

Life's so unfair I tell you
You're creating new memories at old places
And I haven't moved on from you
You're sailing so perfectly
And I'm still stuck in the storms of you

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Tu shadi ka chaar chaand hai
Main bikti hoon baazaron mein

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My body is not an insecure place
It is not just the wounds, the scars, the trauma, the pain
It's beyond the mere object of your lustful endeavour
It's more than your tongue burning my flesh to amber

It is the tales of love written in unknown but beautiful languages
It is the butterfly that doesn't really know how to soar but knows exactly how to fly free
It's more than your conservative mindset
It's more than the dress I am "not supposed to" wear
It's more than the thickness of my thighs and curve of my waist
It's all of me and none of your business!

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I had never known how to be soft for the sharpest of knives
Until you happened and all went topsy-turvy
Do you realise what a mess you've left behind?
What monster you had nurtured until yesterday?
But today you're gone
Leaving a reckless soul in this wilderness
Without a trace of sanity to calm her down
And this thunderstorm, it can destroy lives I bet
I don't think it's a good idea. Do you?
Do you do this to every person who craves your smell on the sheets?
Would you tell stories of me to those girls you see?
Would you tell them how I liked your fingers more than your tongue?
Do you tell them they're amazing like you would tell me every night?
I guess not.
You know I was never meant to be whole with you
Broken is what makes me beautiful
You were not supposed to look after me
I was raised to stitch my own wounds

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