“We spent a life time loving, to write an ode to heartbreak in the end.”

Death is the mercy of life on us.

Let me be a poem freely hung in your diary. Like the moon, on the night sky.

Your eyes looking into mine, this is how two eclipses collide.

Darling, do not teach your stars to shine. Teach them how to embrace the darkness.

He’s shy, he talks to her only. She’s bold, she listens to him only.

She’s never silent, you can always listen her soul speaking the tongue of poetry.

She is handpicked by nature to bleed. Look, how she makes pain bow down and plead.

I wanted peace, they gave me silence.

Once the sky dreamt of kissing the earth and everyone called it horizon.

I hope this pain never eases and these wounds never heal. That’s how you keep lingering in scars, underneath my skin.

Night is a song, moon and sad people can sing along.

Worship her for the way she rolls her sleeves up and hums the silence of healing.

Poetry is an eulogy, sung for hope and love.

Rest your head on his shoulder more often. Earth blushes when a snowflake gently dozes off on it.

A poet is the most beautiful poem, never read out loud by anyone.

When god created woman, he was introspecting himself after falling in love.

This love is soaked in alchemy, our leaden hearts broken by aching pasts have transformed into gold. I never knew love had the power to do so.

The night is over me and I am breaking again into memories of us.

If God made this world, then I would not want to be the God. It is full of misery and distress that it breaks my heart.

When you’re broken, open up your heart and feel.

Whatever is hurting you today, is giving you the strength to face your tomorrow.

I need a house, full of books, devoid of heartaches.

Memories frozen and denied Flowers of my heart withered and dried.

It breaks my heart in half watching your spirit fall. So when the light is fading, can I be the one you call?