I miss her. I miss her for all the reasons I don't. I miss her for her autumn smile that gently squeezed her eyes Her un ribboned hair that coughed a great deal of fragrance on my face And complicated my senses. I miss her for her easy ways The tilt of her head in marvel, widening of her eyes in surprise I miss her for all the cliche reasons I thought were good reasons. I miss her for her silences She had the voice of a nightingale, but she was the least talkative I urged her to throw words at me, but all I felt was a vacuum.   We sat there all alone, her and me And I felt the world worked just fine without words I miss her for the things she kept to herself  She had been through tempests, bearing scars from the cracks She was a shaken person. The most composed shaken person I shook her back and forth and she held me. I miss her for her dreams She wanted to go places...with me. She wanted to give the world a chance through everlasting love She was my ever-last. The rhyme to my

For Hidden Concerns. People of light,people of colours I grow, I climb because of you You mould my framework, you ignite the lantern Happiness seems like a happy place again. People of mirth,people of anguish I turn to you for laughters, in tears I come to you It's not only your sense of humour,  It's your gleaming eyes and strawberry cheeks. People of shades,people of eclipses Am I really visible to you? Holding animated discussions by a translucent wall, While I look for your waving hand in the haziness. You like helping me through those hurdles in life, Holding my hand, getting me to cross, hop and dodge You skip your meals,I skip my troubles And we walk out of our ways together. Why then, do you bear that sorry expression, My hand is still in yours but your eyes spell embarrassment Gaze fixed in the ground while I'm being dragged out of my pit Your formality is such,you're doing your bit You just painted m

It's brilliant how we set off on our journeys and we talk about the walk ahead with a dozen aspirations with our heads in the air trying to keep our feet on the ground. It's also brilliant how we can almost see our future in intervals, still images that flood our minds with enriching aromas, crackling chuckles and silent smiles. We weave dream threads , we sequence events with our imagination which culminate into heights we set for ourselves to achieve. They're so powerful, these dreams, that we cannot bear the thought of shatter or scatter. Delicate, fragile and volatile. These go on to combine into helplessness. Open your eyes and you're lying on the ground or somewhere floating in the sea, how did you fall from that sky? I like this place, my people,my space. But birds are awesome because they're so close to paradise. You're on that floor with your dreams on your side. You both stare at each other in the eye while your opponents per se are having the

Tossing and turning didn't help much So she sprang up and sat in rage, She gazed at the moon in a state of trance She thought of breaking the cage. She opened her old books and flipped the phrases, Filtering old ideologies, one by one She threw away the rotting roses, Got rid of the toy gun, She knew it was time, her time to run. She was never the kinds to bid farewell
, She was never the kinds to rewind,
 Her own healer, free from the bonds of bondage She washed her wounds with her mind. Something had possessed her, it can't be told, Ushering her into a world so cold She banged her fists against the wall, She dragged herself in an attempt to crawl Fell into pits she fell into forever, Sacrificed her age old endeavour She knew it was no longer her day in the sun, She knew it now, she had to run. So leaving her world true to her word, She flew away just like a bird What are you called and what is your plight? She smiled and signalled to the kit