Through all the wonders I have seen,
Let those be in the facts to be kept,
For me there are zillions of them,
Which take me through parallel lands.
Between the pages, I m stuck in universe.
In the thick of them I look for different verses,
Sometimes it’s a thief or some evidences,
Sometimes I find the princesses,
But there comes some light, with every book I dive,
Some lessons I find, that none can determine
Through the paths lead by those great of leaders,
Existence transient but utterances deep implanted.
Reader’s paradise is what I believe,
Those thousands of prints that reside on my shelves.

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I wished to be among all those stars…
That shine bright together even millions apart,
But oh! I wasn’t even a star but a cold mass of ice,
A comet who wasn’t even revolving,
Just a passer by,
Would never be witnessed again,
Neither there did be a notice nor any witness await.
For my arrival as a blessing,
Or even acknowledge my existing.
I feel like dark matter,
Who’s existing everywhere but yet not seen…
To those who said “you enter and exit alone in this world”
And the “world would never acknowledge you when you are nice and warm”
Did you feel the same? When you knitted those words?
Bet u too transformed, into a cold comet which never came back…
But would have loved a warm embrace

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Gone… like the petals of the blossom,
That had just bloomed.
The crisp autumn morning,
Which later became chilly then windy.
Now it’s the Freezing winters,
Has frozen all the roots, making the trees all shudder.
Nights are full of snow storms, and none can bear the cold.
But it’s freezing the heart of the nature,
For one day the summer to sprout.
But everytime the Sun gleamed,
Clouds became the many reason to let the beats be conserved enough.
You were like the best summer and spring of course!
But I was never prepared for the autumns to turn around.
Soon they were winter, preparing me for demise which would be divine.
Waiting till the day, I go back to you for the Summers of all time.

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Don’t the shattered piece of glass glimmer like diamonds,
People look for love never finding their ways,
Some write love stories,
While some leave poems.
But what about those who are left incomplete?
Just as the heart beats with every wind that passes.
Some learn to beat with the stillness of air.
The red knot tied, sometimes does break by stones,
But even scissors make a fine move.
How can the brain make the same reaction again?
While the same heart stands ahead.
The shattering thunder breaks the heart into thousands.
But still it needs to gleam like diamonds

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Fragments? More than I can pick up,
There is a weird void in my heart now.
Neither I understand what I’m doing?
Nor there’s an idea to where I am going.
It’s like I can feel my heart cracking
And I hate to admit it,
I fell in love with hope.
Hope which I created, knowing it would be a void.
I hurt myself again.
I was never a victim,
But a villain again.

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What’s stopping me?
I have no answer,
I am still standing at the crossroads from where u left me.
Just when I was about to hold your hands,
Those which made me believe would never leave my cold ones,
Those feet which made me believe would match my pace?
Are long gone now.
Ironically, my heart’s numb now,
Whenever poked? Just says “let go NOW!”
“You need to be loved!”
“Loving isn’t this difficult!”
“Let go of those burden which lies on ur poor shoulders now.”
But my brain’s a stormy mess.
It’s still pondering or maybe manifesting for the enchanted daydream that it kept weaving.
But the crossroads had got a short circuit in there.
The heart’s beating? I keep questioning myself.
But the thread that’s thinning in my fingertips?
I can’t help but hold onto it.
Ashamed of myself, caz I wanna be free.
But still can’t let go of the invisible connection I made.
It ain’t hurting anymore, I guess detachment is near.
But yeah, I’m still holding onto hope for dear.

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The high well guarded walls, that stood unbreakable,
Have scratches and cracks that are mended by caution.
Though they are mended and blended, lines of scars can still be traced.
Protected at all costs caz the book lies deep inside,
Book of secrets that no one can read right.
This time the walls crumbled, they wanted the door opened, shut with powers of heart, no one could know.
Making the book believe that this time there will be no goodbyes,
The door creaked open but I guess it wasn’t right.
Till the time the spells got into action, was too late caz there were many scratches in the book again.
The pages caz be torn, but the book doesn’t let that happen.
Out of caution tape? It’s alright heart says,
Till the time it’s found, the pages will be torn right.
The heart doesn’t want to survive, neither it has anymore love for the morning sky.

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Amidst the crowd, I made my way.
To you, whom I always knew the way.
Sitting, knitting or watching some shows.
Sometimes chopping or sometimes praying,
even cooking because you always used to know.
That my grumbling stomach loved your food.
The frown always transformed into a genuine smile,
Whenever you are around.
Looks like I forgot everything when I always found you around?
Who used to sleep beside you all night hearing ballads and legends, interrupting them but never got a shout.
You always shushed me whenever tears rolled down.
And I left you sitting all alone?
And now the chair, the knitting set even the TV stands alone.
Others are chopping and even prayers are done but now none have your touch.
The bed lies empty and the halls lack your presence.
You didn’t even see me transform, into a woman.
All along in between, I guess I forgot your importance.
Neither I could peek at you, nor get a last goodbye. And now the only line that invades my mind whenever you flash in my consciousness,
“Now you're in the stars and six-feet's never felt so far
Here I am alone between the heavens and the embers”

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Today I let you go,
I let you go caz today I felt,
I deserve way better than you ever made me feel,
I deserve a whole bunch of butterflies,
I deserve a glance full of chance.
Not just an ignorant eye roll,
Not those one word replies.
Not that feeling that… yeah,one day I will be having,
Those hands in mine, which I will hold tight.
Today I no longer wanna wait,
Caz you made me feel that I was acting like a desperate love sick teen,
No! I got a bigger self-esteem!
Today it ends… it ends with my feelings,
Those wrapped up in a basket and kept in some corner,
Where I would never look again.
Someone who will cherish me as much as I will,
Is someone I deserve…

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Envious of those , who have their twin souls.
Holding hands, sitting by and always having a shoulder beside.
That romantics site which makes me die.
Looking at those eyes which never meet mine,
Only one question arise, “Did I ever deserve it right?”
Never can be loved nor be seen as someone to be cherished.
Did they all state right?
This warm spring day, which I truly never despise.
Just pained by the view that instills being modest.
Not because people found their lost souls,
But cause, I’ll never be worthy for any other heart.
Those eyes that never notice mine, will they someday land on mine?
Hopefully that day be just as warm as spring night,
Not to forget, before my heart wilts..

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