My Walk Down The Street!

Walking down the streets

I realize the streets have wounded my knees: I’m bleeding;

But they’ve taught me

To make mere gravel the stepping stones to success;

Walking down the dark wintry streets

I realize the darkness has made me frightened: I’m scared;

But it has taught me to pave my way in the dark;

Walking down the lonely streets

I realize loneliness has become my custodian: I’m abandoned;

But it has taught me to be me;

Walking down the laughing streets

I realize that I’ve become a mocking stock: I’m joked;

But it has taught me to make people glad;

Walking down the streets

I wonder why I’ve landed here when I’m not needed

But then I think

I’m maybe a bit different

Maybe here people don’t understand me

Walking down the streets

I realize the streets have changed: I’m noticed

But then the streets tell me to be earthed

They tell me to succeed with pride and not shame

They tell me to recall all lessons learned

Walking down the streets

I realize I’ve changed; I’m in demand

But I need to be in pace

Walking down the streets

I think I’ll go far now; I’m determined,

But how far?

I’m sitting on the street and still brooding over my walk

Where it has leaded me and where it will lead me?



Somethings just need to be more clear than they appear
Even the glass that reflects you is superficial
If only it could show the debris inside
The reflection could be more reliable
If the debris was so evident people would flinch being around
Somethings can’t b as clear as you want them to be
How beautiful is the inner turmoil whose view might take your breath away
If the glass actually showcased your debris .. What a beautifully ugly road would it be
Wonder if anyone and everyone could set their journey on it?
Perhaps that’s the only reason you are your own demon.

May You Live In Interesting Times!

How interesting is it that you are destroying me beautifully In a way none else can

How interesting is it that you are with me intentionally 

In a way so unintentional

How interesting is it that you have become a part of me

In a way so inseparable 

How interesting would it be when you will leave me giving me reasons

In a way so justified

How interesting would it be when my eyes will hold your tears 

In a way i did for no other soul

How interesting would it be when ill be unable to see myself in the mirror 

In a way you used to see me


The Perfect Him?

He is mesmerising My heart sinks with his touch 

His hands r so soothing 

His snuggles just so pure

Whenever he comes closer

I lose my breath control

I dont just stay thr

I hv a world i longed for

He takes me to places i cud only imagined existed

He makes me crave for d very next meeting

He is so soothing

My stress burns away with a touch of his lips

His tongue tastes all my sours n again im thr melting in his arms

He does things i cnt explain 

I cud only imagine what u hv done

He is my strength 

He brings me back to life 

Starving my ego n feeding my soul 

Building me up from the scrap i was

Making me believe what only i cud not

I cud only imagine what you have done

I hv surrendered myself to u 

Make me or break me 

I wud still imagine wht u hv done n wht u cud do 


When You Walked In

The cold nights are suddenly warm now, my restless nights are more comfortable. I can finally sleep without wetting my pillow, i don’t know if its you or just a perception but i finally have something i know i trust and i am proud of.

Sometimes its not the time you spend but the memories you make. The fear that keeps you away from falling is justified yet unfair. Some people are for a lifetime but your instinct will stop you, because you are afraid, you want to give it a try, you want to indulge in them make them a part of your life but you will not let them have a glance of what you really possess, all because you are engulfed in your own hidden desires and insecurities.

Open the door, let the sunshine enter, open your arms…. like you did today and feel the magic.

Fall free, fall fearless, i’m here to catch you. I know you are more than what you show….. i want to explore the wildest places you own, being with you is something i behold and being within you is what i long for.




Will You?

Will your heart bleed if u abandoned me?

No, I’m not your blood

Will your eyes cry if u broke me?

No, I’m not your sight

Will your lips shiver if they’re not kissed ?

No, you have a replacement

Will you fill my light less soul?

No, you love the darkness

Will you ever become what i longed for?

No, coz i’ve become what u wanted

When You’re Alone In The Crowd

Walking down the lane you realise there are certain people who will never stay with you, you learn that not all the people you meet can be with you forever, you experience the most darkest moments but make sure you learn. 

Sometimes you will doubt yourself and thats when you will know that you stand out. Dont ever let your inner goddess fall prey at the hands of other people’s  desire to curb you down. 

Your life is short, make it worth a shot! We cannot experience it all learn from others experiences. Make mistakes but make them your stepping stones. 

There will be times when all you want is a closed room where you can cry to hearts content. Allow youself that pleasure. You’ve earned it, its you who’s dealing with the shit from some asshole.

I get to die my death, so i will eventually live my life.

The people you trusted the most will fail to step in your shoes and will judge you. At some point in life the cocoon of affection, love and warmth will break and we will be exposed to the ugly fantasy of god. Be ready to be judged, exploited, and torn apart, and because you are the picasso of your life don’t get trapped by any bait being offered. 

You will stand alone throughout. Your journey will be tiresome and you will feel like giving up but stand up, suit up and fuck the bloody world! 

Lost In The Land Of Dreams

1b8330683c1f92c46c78f1597d15ca41How beautiful it would get if what goes in my mind actually happened in my life. How easy would it get if what i wished for turned out to be one nice piece of cake with a cherry on top of course.

every time i blind myself to escape the reality i actually get a brighter view. a view so mesmerizing, full of colors and the golden dust i have been wishing for. i see my lust for beauty quenching. i see myself melting in the arms of the silver moonshine. i see loosing myself in the waves of charm.

the feeling though is not the same. every time i blind myself to escape the reality it refuses to leave my skin. the view i see is completely different from the view i show. a view so disturbing, full of burnt black roses. the spine chilling drop of sweat none could ever imagine. shivering hands with goosebumps all over. though i am amidst the beauty with my blinded eyes, the spectators fail to understand the pleasure i derive within my escape.

my bed is the cliff i view the colors from. my sheets become the golden dust i craved for. my bed cover is the moonshine im engulfed in. i clinch the golden dust with both my hands. the moonshine is engulfing me its charm.

but you are perplexed at my behavioral display, failing to gulp down the fact that my escape is a pleasure. all you see is pain and suffering.

but im drowning in the ecstasy my escape has to offer and perhaps that’s the jerk you felt, and dragged me back to reality, which i succeeded to escape…… Almost.