“When you let me touch your skin, I can feel your pain. What joy you get in keeping me away?”

I have been confused with many pretty smiles earlier but your canines hit me differently.

I don’t want to show my body to the ones, who often close their eyes, when it’s time to praise the beauty of my mind and soul.

Any day can be Monday when you choose to start right.

Do not insist me to let you go, you come half hearted like a crescent moon, and you go heart-filled like a full moon which glows.

It is hard holding a spot in your body that doesn’t want you.

I chose myself today, not over you. I can never do that, and you know that well. I just chose the new me over my past self.

The believe you carry in yourself is what makes you unbelievable for others.

Entangle me, into your talkative eyes. Let me breathe in, your breath often. For I’m tired of floating, in the shallow waters, when I want to get choked.

Sometimes its suffocating by being surrounded with happiness and not being able to feel it.

Sometimes, I feel sorry for you. I’m not there to hold you, and this clouded sky do not let you talk to the moon.

Your departure is no joke it freaks me out every time you leave for the airport.

If I’m sharing you with myself, I’m daring to share your thirst for warmth, your body and soul, even your mistakes gone wrong.

Darling, everything is likely to fall in place, only if you make up your mind to stay.

My notebook couldn’t carry the burden of all those words which my heart once felt.

We have engaged ourselves so much in the idea of self love, that everyone else appears to be empty shelves.

The sound of those crickets still drowns me in the summer fantasy.

Fellow, stand away from my diagram.

I pushed you away like the ocean does to the tides, but we always come back together whether it rains or shines.

Its easier to say love doesn’t come to you rather than explaining why you push it away.

Some go, some stay, but, darling, I wish you never go away.

My mind is never where it needs to be and doesn’t tell me where it goes it runs away one window to the next looking for you.

There are days I want to pretend you are just a call away.

The person goes away, but his words remain caste.

Sometimes I feel like I’m only a drop in your ocean and the waves will soon carry me away.