Faded away 

Sometimes I wonder  Was that bonding and those years were all fake?  You don’t even like remember me or miss me?  It didn’t mean anything?  Nothing? Seriously?  My heart clinches and sinks when after a moment I realise that this all might be true. 


Mute the chaos.  Aim.  Shoot. 

Miss You 

No doubt, I miss you. But how am I to accept the fact that you blamed me for your failure even when I did everything in my capacity to help you, sitting miles away. How is it my fault that you forgot – I can just help you and not do your work for you….

Spark of my own

Draw the curtain  Switch off the lights  Blow off  the candles.  My eyes still have enough spark. 


Emotions have taken back seat somewhere, even the rear-view can’t see its reflection. 


There is still a lot  For you to understand.  But I haven’t got anything  To say anymore. 


Sometimes the dust In the eyes  Keeps you sane. 

Pretentious Love 

He said  How pretty my eyes are What he found pretty  Was the pain hidden in them

Help to Help

“They won’t understand.” “Well, it’s your task to make them understand.” “What if they don’t even want to hear what I have got to say?” All you can do for someone is help at most, in the end they have to do it for themselves, you cannot do things for another. You can bring water…

Happy ? 

People : ” Look, happiness is standing there with her.” Happiness : “From where did she find that con artist? “