Thoughts

Did you ever reach a point Where you regret about something I guess many does Even till some few days back She too was a person without any regret But she regrets now For everything she did for nothing It's that melancholy that words can't explain Somewhere in the woods when she was lost There was a hand to reach her Not to take her out of it But to push her to denser woods When she was drowned There was again someone But not to pull her out of it Instead killed her by holding her breath She tried to calm down the beast Inside him But all those were in vain She fought, she cried, she begged Coz deep down she was fallen for him It was unfortunate to see that She loved him with everything she had And everything she should not have been But now it's over and She hates herself a lot more To fall for someone Whose description can't be written

The smell of loathe Is reminiscing me of him Can you remember? I can The scream on those lonely nights Dreadful than the hell Does it hurt your ears? It hurts mine Remember those blood stains On the floor That still haunts the house But not more than it haunts me? The stains of your tears In those creased pillow cover Does it still reminds you of him? Well it reminds me of him Do you remember How much I begged him For the fountain pen to write my exam? I remembered But in all these somewhere I grew up From finding happiness in someone else's To finding in oneself From getting scared and crying when blood is seen To crying an ocean of blood From using the pillow for sleeping To using it for wiping tears From asking the pen to write exam To penned down my pain Somew here I grew up

Do you have a one  A two, a three or a many Ugly faces  Have any mask for it baby? Nope? Get one for each  Coz out there a lot are there to judge You keep the whole sheet white  Doesn't matter But a single black dot on it  The sheet is spoilt How relieving that silence seems When you don't have to hunt words To talk to people How amazing it feels when Your everything inside is ripped off And you are amusing people in all possible way And lastly you open your diary  To pen your grief But your tears become the only ink in there And just write a beautiful untold story Sometimes it's better to wear masks  On the stage of life Coz the stage is for the stars Nevertheless back stage will always have the reality That always remained untold