Your silence

Your silence spoke words,

 my heart couldn't bear to hear

Listen to the silence

Listen to the silence

It has a lot to say
The secrets it will uncover
May take your breath away

It's the sound of unrequited love,
Of obscure and inexplicable emotions
Listen hard and you will know
The answers to all your questions

It speaks volumes,
About where in their life, you stand
And shows you the measure
Of the depth of the relation, and
How much they understand

At times it is an echo
Of unfulfilled desires and souls longing for more
At others, it screams the bitter truth
The one you chose to ignore

So listen, listen carefully
And let the beans spill
For words may lie
But silence never will

Torn Souls

Through my scarred memories,

You run like stale blood.
And with first aid, they come to my rescue
trusting their prowess to cure me.

Little do they know
Bandages seldom heal,
Torn souls!

Growing up

Growing up is the realisation
that respectful, understanding and sincere
are qualities way better than,
tall, dark and handsome.

What are you wearing?

"So for today, am I allowed to show you off?"

"Why would you want to do that?"

"Because..."
He edged closer and put his hand around her waist,
"I want everyone to be in awe of you. Just like me" he whispered.

"Thats stupid!"
"Well thanks. So what are you wearing today that will blow peoples minds."

"My confidence" she smiled.

Incomplete

We met, like water meets soil

On a rainy day

But I somewhere knew you were here

With no intention to stay

Time and again

You came and left

Causing me to tremble 

Between wet and desolate

I resonated with the sky 

After every downpour 

Void and grim

Having lost a little more

Each time being abandoned 

Yet it always felt so new

For yet another piece of me

Had gone away with you 

Now here I am
Feeling emptier again
Yet my shattered soul saying
You are not the one to blame

What if I was made like this
And of this emptiness I never before knew

And what if I was born incomplete
and a part of me was always you!

Poetry

Heartache was ugly, it was the antagonist, before...
Writers glorified it!
Now pain is beautiful and wretched hearts are poetry!

Magic and stardust

There might be nothing extraordinary about the way he looked.
His soul however, was made of magic and stardust.
And mine was now under its spell.

Distance

I adore distance.

I can be head over heels, outright crazy about you, without you having the slightest hint.

I may crave to be with you. Every single second. But would choose not to meet u often.

For people, I believe are fire. I will either deeply love your light from far off or jump right in, to burn with you! I don't know any other way. I never have.

So let me love your light for now. Until I know,  yours are the flames I'd love to burn with.