Unpublished poetries

Everyone has a couple of sides, Even I have a dark and a colourful slide, Both opposite of each other, When one shines other side hides. My Dark Side contains all the problems and the negative part, All the bad happening inside my cart, This is filled up with all the bad start, That hurted me or my art, This dark side is mostly not seen, As it comes out, when I did have a sin, My mind and body starts becoming mean, When this side is out no one can win, Then too, this side is mostly not seen. My second side has all the happy moments and positivity, All the good happenings and my bestie, All my creativity comes from this part, Heaven also know this part has the best start. Mostly you will see this site for me, This is out mostly all the time as it is meant to be, For all my art and behaviour this part is the key, This part is like precious Stones in the sea...

I don't know why, I am lost all the time. Anything happens, I just lost my Shine. For nearly every situations, I am deep inside my mind, I don't know why I am lost all the time. My mind just ignore everything and I start thinking, Then my mind is full of thoughts and for the outer world, I am lost, I often try to stop this but no, Every time my thoughts forces me to bow, They hold me tight and won't let me go, And results I am lost from my head to my toe From the lectures of teachers to talking with my friends, I don't know why I am lost in myself All the talks in lectures get over, still I am lost in myself. Because of this problem, I am losing myself All my friends and this world too, It feels me like alone in a zoo, As no one is there instead of you, I think I gonna loose myself too...

Like an any 18 year old guy I was also quite optimistic Mount everest was something I was planning to climb. Depression the demon Came in my way To halt me in the middle And tried to take my breath away. But I refused to succumb Before the pain He had given me l was fighting hard everyday to defy. When he couldn't win He called his friends Guilt and ego To further push me down. It took away everything that I had Friends, love And left me alone in tatters Thought that I wouldn't survive. But I refused to kill myself Used all my might, Because I wanted to live A happy and beautiful life. Still the wounds It has given me Ache at times, My thoughts run wild But I stay still Because I know I have to live a glorious life.

| feel them coming for me, I hear them pounding on my door, I hear my thoughts whisper to me open up, or we might explode' For days they've been haunting My nights into terrible dreams Alone in the night, Alone in those dreams, I was alone with my screams. Now, they start chasing So i run, As they chase me into a lone wilderness. I tried to hide, To shut them out But they hunted me down, beyond doubt. And pursued me deeper and deeper, Into the gaping abyss Until I lost my own whereabouts. Now, as I lay here I don't know where lam, or Who I am...? Yet I know I'm in a place between sleep and awake, Yet I know I am being chased. So I wait here all alone And wait for the day to break. Alone in my room, Alone in my bed. But I am never alone in my head. Again, I hear my thoughts whisper in my ear, "Open the door, my dear" Is this Deja vu striking again? Or is the chase yet to begin? So I bid farewell to you, The hunt's begi...

This poem’s not for you... My rhymes are too sweet, Too rich and too deep To be offered to someone who seems incomplete. My words are too special, and carefully crafted to be given to you, whom nobody wanted. These lines-too profound. And such angelic sound, is too pure for your ears and your soul hellbound. For I have not come to save you, nor leave to forget you. YOU, came to my rescue and allowed me to break you. Thank you :) For giving me the pleasure I always sought. You rescued me from the boredom others have brought, In other words... You were the scrap paper I used, to draw playful scribbles to leave you a painful bruise. In other words, you were never an "art" You were never MY art, and never in my heart. But now, now, dear... Don ’t read too fast. Take it slow with your pace. Let your emotions last. Let the ache stain your face... Let in the horror of your past. Let go. Let it show. Your breaking heart won't define...

If again, these paths were meant to meet, Then I'll pave another way. And If these walls were meant to break Hence here, I will not stay. If your hands would shape the Universe, Let me be without form And if your eyes paint crystal skies I'd dance into the storm. Let me be without you Let me be without hue Your colors may not patch the wounds that time cannot undo. For I've forgotten precious words, and could no longer write. For poetry would always be your ghost in hidden sight. Now I'll put to rest these tired strokes, And wait for the right poetry one that revives all worlds unknown and words long lost in me. So... Let me trail off in these crossroads with my scarred feet and empty pen. And to you, dear one my sweetest downfall, Let us not meet again.

if you break a writer‘s heart, consider yourself lucky. They’ll write a hundred thousand words to express you in their poetry. if you crush their once bright hearts, Look closer, you will see. The world will read, their words would bleed For that tragic memory. if you break a writer's heart, their works will be a melody of their aching heart you tore apart; Their wounds sing perfect harmony. if you bring disaster in their worlds, lt'll storm in every sea their skies would cry and will soon be dry when their thoughts would be set free. if you break a writer's heart, a masterpiece, there will be. Their crafted lines and painful rhymes are beautiful effortlessly. If you devastate and make them bleed, You'll lose their art slowly. With their thoughts set free, another love they'll see. You're out of their story. If you broke a writer's heart, You can't boast of it, sorry. You may once owned their heart but never their art. Yo...