From life I've learnt,
I've learnt how to live my dream,
To procure every chance or opportunity that comes to me,
I've learnt to face all challenges and not breakdown in the middle,

To stay strong,
To be smart and work hard,
Life has taught so much,
It has taught me how to value my time and infuse myself into it,

Life is an excursion,
A trip down to memory lane,
Oh how I recall my first step and how I coped my fear,
But if it weren't for my hard work I'd be standing nowhere near success.

Crimson and in crude form,
I lay amongst scattered bodies,
In ash and blood streams,
I drag myself away from this heart wrenching scene-
I bring myself out of this dream,
This dreadful dream, where only people lay restless,
I sequester myself from people,
I feel incomplete,
Pained and hurt,
Sore and scarred everywhere,
My heart feels weighed and lonely,
This was just a dream I had,
Though realistic and kept surreptitious for so long.

the drizzle of sorrow
on a scarred heart
gathers in a series of puddle;
whereupon, the disdainful joy
often jumps, splashing
the drops of melancholy
all over.

Vexed from the beginning,
Perplexed from the start,
What is it about us that's keeping the two of us apart?

I may have erred once long ago,
I myself am in guilt and shed tears in woe,
But then again, I still don't get what's keeping the two of us apart?

Maybe we're not made for each other,
Maybe we're too distant to ever fall for one another,
No, its actually you who's keeping the two of us apart,

It's you who pushes me away,
It has always been you, the egoistic and contemptuous one,
And I alone stand to keep this relationship between us united.

If I could list off your flaws
I'd put my name at the top.
Not your acne, that doesn't bother me.
Not your shaggy hair, three days *****.

If I could pile up your shortcomings
I'd seat myself upon a throne.
Not your blissfully ignorant youth.
Not your wistfully exaggerated woes.

If I could collect all the darkness
I've ever witnessed in your acts
I'd keep it closest to my heart
Where my shadow holds onto addiction.

Despite our differences, my sweet sinner
That which makes you ugly, makes you human,
And if I am to ever love your ruin.
I'll learn to love my hate for blisters.

A strong person always excels in what he/she does rather than crying and saying, 'I feel hopeless'.

Shrouded -
I lay facing the sky,
As I see birds fly and sounds of crying people emerging in the room,
This wasn't the life I imagined to live,
This wasn't what I wanted,

All I ever asked for was love,
A companion,
A family or some kind of achievement,
But what was my life like?
Perplexed and always puzzling,

I died early,
I needed more time to spend in this world,
I needed to bring about change,
I needed to rectify my mistakes,
And more over, I needed suffice deeds to disappear my sins.