Demoiselle In Distress

Her personality is covered,
Only an outspoken vertebrate.
Her sorrows are hidden,
Behind the smile on her face.

She is misjudged,
Due to words unsaid.
She is distraught,
By the action of her fate.

Silence masking arrogance,
Friendly masking flirt,
She can't keep her buttons up,
Unless she has some shame.

Actions mistaken for words,
The ones which are never said.
Support is all that she needed,
The Demoiselle in distress.

Estranged Feelings

The days are getting longer, darker and unbearable.
Please, let me out.

Spider webbed by emotions,
Conclusions not made.
Covered by a notion,
Of a spooky address.

Clouded by numbness;
Estranged by feelings.
Guts, Love, Innocence,
All out of place.

Light-sourced man,
A respected beloved.
Shattered like glass,
Such a mess.

Bounded by darkness,
Snake-bitten dreams,
All we need is a;
Soulful rest.

The days are getting longer, darker and unbearable.

Please, let me out. 

Mystery Man [Series, Volume 2]

She shut the world with her eyes,
Tears streaming down her face.
Flinching under the sunlight,
A tale she would never tell.

Reflection in the mirror,
Obstruction in her path.
There, he crossed again,
What was this worth?

A dark knight pride,
A rose of a heart.
He seemed so distant
Yet resided in her mind.

The rouged eyes set upon her,
Had a thousand words unsaid.
He loved her dearly,
But the words unheard till death.

She shut the world with her eyes,
The voice of love had no sense,
Except when she looked him in the eye.
Except when he was by her side.

Blood Of The Diseased

I had to convince myself,
Convincing, for a thousand years.
"I'm not discarded, I'm loved",
I told myself.

The walls seemed to laugh,
"You're useless",
They yelled back.
Useless.

I needed a shelter,
Shelter of love,
The shelter of strength.
Just a shelter.

Nothing held me back,
But myself.
They say I'm sensitive,
But, what do they know?

The blood that runs in my veins,
They are made of snow.
The blood that runs within me,
It's diseased.

No one can fix them,
No one can withstand them,
No one can fix them,
Not even me.

Complication & Innocence

Complication peaked through
Like the ray of Sun.
Hiding beneath the shades,
A soul of Innocence.

Shining upon the light,
An aggressive Black star.
Awaiting to grab with its forearm,
Outshining the Gold.

Laid out, a fine line
Between Black and white.
Strategically phasing Innocence,
Tearing it apart.

Pouring in whiskey on the burns,
Bruised, lying flat on the ground.
Complication peaked through
Like the ray of Sun.

Ruins Of The Demon

Locked the door, thousand years ago.
Scars and shadow all over the floor.
Blood of  dispute,
Sins of Love.

Sentiments run, only in drains.
Nothing seemed lively anymore.
Notes of hatred,
Songs of the demon.

Window shut, gloomy sighs.
Behind every smile, a flick of despair.
Words of the Satin,
Eyes of an Angel.

Destiny's Game

He sat there alone,
Realizing the realms of life.
Where had he gone wrong?
He lost the love of his life.

Maybe it was time to let her go,
Set her free; move on.
The only memories he kept,
Were the good ones.

He needed a new distraction,
Maybe a new girl?
Wait, was this more than love?
Maybe even addiction.

There was nothing in this world,
Nothing that ran in his veins,
But her memories.
There was something mesmerizing about her.

She could have been perfect.
They could have been perfect!
But why didn't it work out?
Destiny did not play a fair game.

Mystery Man [Series, Volume 1]

He stood there, still.
So perfect, and beautiful. He stood there, still.

The tall dark winding trees;

Their branches reach,

To the midnight bloom.

So very dead and ancient,

It seemed, incomparable.

His muscular back,

With not a sight of slack.

So tender yet stiff and firm.

He looked disappointed.

Or is he ill?

Black cloak, flowing

Just like my thoughts.

His golden hair glowing,

Unusually blocked.

“Where am I”, I thought.

I knew him, inside out.

I tried to reach, but

He was too far out.

I could sense his presence,

But why was he avoiding me?

He stood there, still.

So perfect, and beautiful.

Letting Go.

All the bonds are broken.
 "No more dwelling in the past",
I convinced myself.
It's time to shut that door.

I don't know what awaits me;
 on the other side.
The side which is unknown.
What does it behold?

Taking one step,
Just one, at a time.
I just want to hold up.
No more pain.

Memories are scarred,
Hearts shattered.
Hopes built;
Yet broken.

Relations mimicked,
Attachements deceived.
No more holding on,
Nothing left, but to move on.

A new chapter,
A new beginning.
Memories just bitter;
Only lies were sweet.

I am letting go;
Of everything I built.
They were just wild emotions.
It's letting go, of me.

I Am All Alone

The fast moving tracks,

The mind bogling wrecks.

The spike down my spine,

The lie that unwines.

All I am surrounded with is bright light.

I am blind.

This light, this glamour, this fame.

It blinds me.

This love, this pain.

It blinds me, again.

Where is this place;

Where I can be alone?

Where is the shade,

Where I feel at home?

These pretty disguise.

I am blind.

All the city lights.

It blinds me.

This fame, this game.

It blinds me again.

All I need is a true friend.

The thing that holds me,

A genuine hand.

I want peace, I want calm.

I am stranded in this island,

Where I can call none, my own.

I am surrounded by sharks,

There is no place like home.

I am all alone.

He will be the one.

He will be waiting for me, in open arms.

He will accept me for who I am.

He will love me and adore me for me.

He will never let me down.

He will guide me, when I am down the wrong lane.

He will hold me when I am down.

He will kiss me when I give up on life.

He will never let me down.

He will make me love myself.

He will make me laugh until my jaw breaks.

He will be the only one that can hurt me.

He will tell me how beautiful I am.

He will love the beauty inside of me.

He will never lie to me.

He will never let me down.

He will be my one and only.

He will be the one.

Let me, be me.

I heard the voices in my head,
"You are a loser," they said.
No one around me is aware
That there is more than what I am.

All the glitches in society
Making me fall into a category.
"Stop this! Leave me alone!"
Yet, I don't want to be unknown.

Deep inside, I'm afraid.
Who are they?
The ones that decide,
Where I stay. What I wear.

Wear my shoes someday,
Then you will be more aware!
What you make me feel like,
What I am made.

Hardships are under statements.
All you did was erase,
Me and my identity;
Who I really wanted to be.

I have protected myself
In this beautiful shell,
Let me fly, let me sway.
Let me, be me. Today.

Who Am I? [Final Volume]

Not Perfect.

Took the wrong path,

Once or twice.

Had no faith in myself,

Until tonight.

Can't stand the pressure,

Can't hold back these tears.

Been stepped on,

Too many times before.

The shrill of the society,

The judge mental eyes that surround me.

What did I do wrong?

What you say is right, 

might be wrong for me.

What you want me to say, 

when I don't believe in me.

I have no identity, 

tired of who you want me to be.

My days,

Are different from yours.

Lets accept and lock these doors.

Afraid to be who I am,

Aiming to be who I am not. 

Hold me before I drown,

In this disgusting lust.

Sorry I can't be someone else.

I am not perfect, let me go.

"Who Am I?" 

You must know!

Who Am I? [Vol. 3]

A young girl of only 18,
Gorgeous eyes which lit with fire.
A dominating nature,
And the grace of a ballerina.
She stood there, still.
She does not believe in herself,
Insecurities wrapping her in his arms.
She cannot escape,
To see her reflection.
She had the world's best smile,
A caring nature and a sharp mouth,
All she needed was a push.
She needed someone to tell her she was perfect,
Someone to hold her hand in the darkest nights;
Someone to love her inside out.
All she needed was appreciation,
Someone had to answer to her doubt;
"Who Am I?"

The World Is A Theatrical Circus

The world is a stage, men merely players.
They ought to seek happiness,
But get caught up.
Lust. Anger. Greed. Jealousy;
Turn us into beings we do not want to be.

The light shines,
The Show begins.
Every new chapter,
With a different ending.

Every move counted,
To fulfill selfless needs.
Every move donated,
To the charity of deeds.

Principles,
last not than just a day.
Rules,
change as men mend their ways.
Rights,
are snatched when they change.
Virtues,
no longer stand.

The darkness arises,

Within ourselves.

Every new chapter, 

With a different ending.

Every move counted,

To fulfill selfish needs.

Every move donated,

To the death and plead.

The world is a stage, men merely players.

They ought to seek happiness,

But get caught up.

Lust. Anger. Greed. Jealousy;

Turn us into beings we do not want to be.

The Brutal Truth.

I have to defend myself from this brutal truth.
I blame the people in this world, I blame the guilt inside me for falling under the pressure.
Everything is so complicated, absolutely political.
We live in the world where "humanity" does not exist.
A world shredded into the slavery of power and money.
Everything revolves around it, blinds our mind and heart to follow without understanding the path.
The ugly truth lies, not behind the bars but in our heart and principles. The ones we learn and destroy.
Where believing equals to destruction and surrendering equals to reward.
Where the justice lies in ones who follows his power but not his words.
The world that taught us; lies can bring food and shelter. But the truth leads to death.
The power remain uphold leading to one innocent child being raped and thousands of children shot dead.
Oh! The misery that fell upon this world. How we have ashamed our real father. How we ashamed our own ego.
Cry out, only the tears of these "power" will bring justice to her.