Existing 

There’s a friend of mine, Innocent but with a broken smile, 

A heart of glass, 

Fragile but clear, 

Full of thoughts, 

Unclear about words, 

Hope in her eyes, 

But the mind is restless. 
Doubting every inch of her, 

Also aware of herself. 
She’s not beautiful, 

She said, 

I never understood that statement. 

Was it a question? 

I never did. 
I never understood why she would even ask that, 

There’s a lot more beauty in her than anyone around her, 

I told her beauty can’t be defined,

Because I could never put my friend in words, 

I’d run out of them. 
Things that she should’ve known, 

I pity the people who see her everyday, 

They miss appreciating a person,

Every single day, 

A soul comparing to nothing,

A heart that defines purity, 

A love that only exist in desires, 

A smile that carries the weight of the world and lives in those tiny lips, 

Swinging sideways, 

A laughter that can be heard from miles, 

Thoughts that can take over any mind, 

Words that can touch any soul.
She is what she is, 

Lost in the world of demons. 

Nothing to offer, just love to give. 

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On my condition 

I haven’t been able to talk to anyone in ages,There’s so much anger trapped inside of me, 

So many words dying to get out, 

So many tales to tell. 
I know they’re gonna take me back to where I was, 

But I don’t see myself getting forwards anyways, 

I’m still there, 

The same person I was a year ago, 

The darkness hasn’t changed a bit.  
Yes I laugh, 

Yes I act, 

But there’s no truth in that.

Not even a single day is happiness. 
I feel so trapped ever since, 

I have moments when I really want to talk. 

But I see nobody, 

Not even a single soul. 
I look at your picture and talk to it sometimes, 

Like a mad head, 

I sit here and try to call you, 

My hands tremble every time I dial, 

A million thoughts take over. 
I don’t want to maintain this anymore, 

I want to be free once again, 

Free again to call you and talk to you, 

I don’t want to torture myself anymore. 

The wrath that lies in, 

I want it to die. 

I want to live, 

But on my conditions 

Breath with no mean 

One day it’ll all be gone, There will be no leaves to tell the tale, 

Of you and me.

Maybe not even names attached. 

You’ll be somewhere in the world with your hispanic children, 

There will be no you and no me, 
I’d still be here,

Trapped with memories, 

Where you left me. 
There will be no trees engraved with our initials. 

You and me, 

Both to blame, 
We tore ourselves away, 

We made the world our greed, 

You still struggle for that greed, 
I still follow those steps to you, 

The never ending path, 

Stony but edgy in the end, 
The destination might not be the same anymore, 

But the journey itself is something. 
Full of pain and hurt and words, 

Something you might never know of, 

You can only see yours, 
That’s what matters the most, right? 

Maybe I’m stupid to still believe in that part of you. 

A part you killed years ago, 

A part that you buried when it was alive. 
Leaving me with something I call breathing with no meaning. 

 

10.01

Mehfil main Teri hum na Rahay jo ghum toh nahi hai, ghum toh nahi hai. 

Qissay humari nazdeekion kay kum toh nahi hai, kum toh nahi hai. 

Every date has its own memory, 

Numbers that aren’t important but significant. 

A certain flash that lits up the dark end, 

Reminding of what it was years ago, 

The rain, 

The car, 

Cold dark night, 

Lost into each other’s eyes, 

Seeking something beyond this world, 

Followed by warm breaths, 

Shared within. 

Slowly closing their eyes and the world fades away, 

These moments are just a part of the memory, 

Something you can never relive, 

Keep them in the pocket of your heart and destroy yourself, 

You can never heal you if you can’t forgive, 

You can’t let go because you don’t want to grow. 

Punishing your own thoughts, 

Trapping the words that once meant the world to you. 

She may have become your everything that night, 

But she was never yours to claim? 

There are mornings with nothing but the memory of that night, 

Once beautiful but now haunting, 

Something that survived but changed its perceptive, 

The thoughts that woke you up with a smile once, 

Now welcomes you with shivers and burden. 

These are not words for hate, 

These are for the pain, the hurt and the unconditional love. 

For someone who did not understand what it meant. 

The heartache that might never end. 

It shall survive, you shall too. 

In the end you are still alive. 

You created these memories, store them. 

Somewhere you can’t find them, or simple just don’t look for them. 

Of that kind 

A simple mind is limitless, No boundaries, 

It can raise a million questions in a dark place, 

And it can make you smile like you’ve never smiled before. 
A heart of that kind is not only hard, 

But impossible to understand. 
We give out our heart to a person, 

And yet it beats with us. 

Was it never gone? 
Every rain drop is a symbol of love and desire. 

Beautiful when falling, 

Disappearing after colliding. 
But there’s something down that accepts it, 

No matter what the journey was, 

There’s always someone in the end to take you in. 
Take the fearless flight and it shall all end well, 

You will be fine. 

They will be okay. 

Everything will be fine. 

Breath and let it in.