All you have,
may be a truckload
of unkind words.
Don’t hurl them
at others
if you don’t need them

Worries
When you set them free
It sets you free
Happier

In a cage
The bird knows its resting spot
Free, it has many
On the tree

There is no better place
To allay your fears
Other than your own head
At rest

For the first time ,
In that beautiful evening ,
He gazing at me ,
That soothing sound of music ,
Both gazing at stars ,
And our first kiss ,
It all seemed so perfect ,
Then i woke up from this dream ,
And the dream hallucinates me and
Tugs my heartstrings even more .

The world is indeed topsy turvy.
Stones worshipped
with bouquets
and brickbats
thrown at people.

The moon has its ways of inspiring awe,
Taking on different forms, challenging static notions of identity—
And when it chooses to shine bright, it affirms it has never been any less a whole—

And over time,
My pen stopped bleeding
But my heart didn't

You
With your words
The Knife.
You.

Me
Knowing and not knowing,
Afraid and clueless.
Me.

Us
A thing that used to be,
The dust on the mantle.
Us.

We
Will never be the same
The blood that was spilled across the floor.
We.

This crime scene filled with pain and sorrow and regret.  The murderer and the victim one in the same—but also separate.  Two hearts that both dance to the same miserable song.