Myself.. 🙂

I will remember

What happened to you

Come December..

I will sit alone

What's happening to you?

Far away from home..

I'm going back home

What will happen to you?

When we're all alone..

I don't know what's wrong

Don't believe there's a chance

And it hurts me so much

Because regardless of how much poetry I write

Regardless of how much I blush when I hear your name

Or when you say mine.

No matter how many songs i dedicate to you

Or how many times I play yours on repeat..

You won't feel the same.

So I mourn,

For what could have been

And cling to the hope

That someday you feel the same just like I do.

He finds himself

unfurling like wild-flowers

in the forest of a story book fantasy.

Carried by the wind

and guided by the stars;

He is power and life to the orchids and tulip

drifting through the wilderness

like an Autumn leaf.

He sleeps beneath the blue skies with his eyes wide open with lots of hope and ambition..

Hides in between the tangle of oak trees with the magical passion..

his mind echoes all over the mountains to achieve more n more..

The Nature being his only friend and strength,

standing at the edge of a daydream....

He is known, since many years

And if I ever meet you,

I'll talk to you in sleepless nights,

In jumbled dreams.

Begging you to close my eyes gently,

To soothe my screams and stay beside my bed forever.

But, if I never meet you,

I'd like to keep you under my eyelids

In the darkness invading my head

Like speck of fading nightmare

Drowning in tears. Unfastened the feelings too overwhelming to hold in any longer..

It's in my head, like a disease haunting my mind.

A parasite. Feeding off the light within a very dark place,

Filling it with black hollowness.

Echoe. It echoes in my mind, still I am deaf to its call, to what it wants from me.

I can feel it's presence, weighing me down ,

Haunting me, stealing me from my happiness;

Hide. I prefer to run away and hide. I hide behind a mask I wear of smiling face and comfortness.

But, it returns. It returns with a force too strong to confide me.

I must release, I must set it free.

Control. I am fighting for control and I am going to put up a hell of a fight.

But just like a cut to the skin, the blood will dry.

And it will stay within my mind.

Scars. Only the scar remains forever , reminding me of what's trapped within.

I smile, giggle, laugh. One day I will scream and shout but untill the days comes I will mock the darkness covering me.

I believe even in the pitch black of my Despair, there is still a light.

A Flame. A weak flicker still there,

Hiding from the strong wind..!!