My loves will never know-
unless they read the lines I write...
She was never one to cry publicly,
but during the eulogy...
Sometimes I hate how often I just can't talk
I hate how I make them suffer...
Remember those sleepless nights
Doing write ups under the sleepy light...
A shadow among city lights,
Always alone...
I've spent my life dancing
to the beats of a dying heart...
Full of sorrow-
Gingerly, I yearn...
Why do you play that broken record?
It's the same sound, same tune, same words...
The famous Mona Lisa smile, projects it mystery of...
I saw its shadow, hidden in the eyes of mad and...
Maybe it's something I said
Because now I wish I was dead...
I would love Sunday afternoon
when Granny would...
Mosaic-like fragile illusions of the youth are...
Their recollections settled in the gloomy asylum...