She made me see things through rose colored glasses. The sunsets looked prettier and the city lights sparkled a little more brightly. She taught me to see how beautiful people were and how every unique trait about them was so amusing. And while I started viewing the world more vibrantly, I never realised that the … Continue reading Rose Colored Glasses
You came in with a stroke of white, and blended it into my black to make my world less dark. The next time, you made random splashes of yellow on my grey canvas—one of my most favourite combinations in the world.
He paints with greys and blacks, And, at times with some reds; It's about ashes and darkness, And the pretty eyes he dreads. There are canvases on the floor, Splashes of paint on the walls; Paintbrush crawling on the palette, And on his cadet blue jeans it falls. "I look inside myself and see my … Continue reading Conquered By Darkness
My wish had finally come true— She stood before me; so artistic; With a smile I have always loved. She looked at me like I was whole— Like I never hurt her in the first place; She watched me with seamless love. I took the slowest steps towards her, Lest I should get way too … Continue reading Figmental Figurine
You were the waves that crashed onto my shore; Never staying, backing off each time you visit— Sweeping away parts of me, consuming me into yourself. With every goodbye, I disappeared— Part by part, losing myself trying to accompany you.