Sparkled wisdom yields ash of ignorance
Though knowledge brings acknowledgement
The grass is always greener on the other side of the fence
Finite mind is still a million miles away from infinite intelligence
What we had not conquered certainly proves out pleasant
Encyclopedias may outshine evil
Though the golden heart outbursts
The endearing upheaval to riches
Soon or later transmute to lethargic
Finesse of our hearts borns reform
The sailors shall sail on and on
And the flames of ignorance
Would fly high above..

Your elegant embellished clouds
Are eternal bubbles in my coffee
Every morning the hail of my mouth
Storms the cups of my kitchen closet
Your harsh crass vocal chords
Are my splendid baritone
Melodious the song I sing
Reverberated and springed through your teeth
Your sunshine I perceive
After storming with the cups of my closet
In my heart once rose a thunder
The sparks flew of your sunshine
In my coffee and splendid baritone..

This guy, all sexiness, yet he used the term "bestie."
I can't want to let him ***** me
Anymore
Which is good
Because he didn't want to ***** me, either
Maybe he did it on purpose

Dividing zero
By any number will still
Leave you with zero.

If you have no love
To begin with, nothing can
Force it to appear.

Dividing zero
By any number will still
Leave you with zero.

Once upon a time, in a galaxy far far away, there was a society which permitted the mentally ill people to steer the conversation on mental illness.

Lighting strikes the sky,
Blissful liquid meets the Soil.
Clouds thunder, winds run fast,
Night darkens,
And he changes his colour.

Ruby, his eyes look like,
full with passion yet brimming with anger.
I shuddered at his looks.
He was the cyclone,
and I was the silent waters.

It was dawn,
enticing orange glitter adorned the sky.
His Ruby slowly changes to emerald.
They were calm and healing.
Like the serene sea,
and I was the ship with smooth sails.

Sand glimmered in the sunlight,
waters sparkled,
waves washed the shores,
leaving behind the trails of past.

He walked ahead,
kept changing his colour.
His aura had a yellowish tint,
He was the beautiful colours,
And I was the canvass.

He had a song,
but incomplete,
I had a wish,
To whisper it back.
We both were mum,
None wanted to speak.

The day ended,
We sitting face to face.
I asked him,
Why he was the change,
And I the constant.

He told me,
He was the World,
And I, the confined me.
Truly, he was the Alexandrite,
And I the diamond.