when heart has dried in the seething apathetic world,
soft voiced words have been replaced by flurry of fires,and
loneliness has become a disease to masses,
and all calls for help are returning unanswered,
mere survival is now considered a thing of luck
stability of mind has been lost by emotional shocks.
drops of love is needed to quench soul’s thirst
as rainwater is indispensable for a dried desert,
A hand to hold in case of being lost, and
Soft voice to soothe inner rage and agitations,
A lovely caretaker to prevent heart’s degradation.
someone, with whom world will look different, and love will not be farce
who will make me believe that hope is still there , in Pandora’s box.
I’ll be thankful for critical comments..
I still cry for you ,but now words have taken place of tears…
….and i kept sitting there , hoping you will turn back , come to me , and will keep your promise,
But you went away , not just you from that place , but me from your heart….
She was a catalyst
A catalyst for my destruction….
Those arts are admired which come from the vent of a broken heart like a lava from inside of a volcano…
Misses its beats
When it sees you,
And it’s on fire
When it thinks of you,
All of it,
A reminder for me,
Possessing a heart
Which is entangled to you…
parting is such a sweet sorrow
that i shall say good night
till it is morrow…
when i feel my heart is about to burst into tatters,
and emotions about to overflow through my eyes,
unable to be expressed through any other ways
beside words being written in a beautiful insanity ,