If the fire kissed me,
I could tell how it burns
But the torment you feel
ignites in my heart too
for I've loved!
And I've hurt,
Or almost lost?
I've suffocated the most!
Trust me,
I've suffered first!

You set me free.

For black and white,
I give you solidarity for a month
or two,
You curse me to death,
You give me a burn, a cut, a scar
to only be seen by me.
For heaven and the hell,
I give you a reason to live,
You touch my aching soul with love,
A dazzling pain, you leave here,
and finally set me free.

I woke up in somebody's arms.

I woke up in somebody’s arms

Painting him all over the walls,

Trying to find his name,

Trying to recall the face just as same.

Trying to remember his place,

Placing in my guess,

Swiping through the pictures seen,

I was swept away by just a dream.

Sleepless nights and pills

Questions!
And thousand answers to them,
None fits your happiness
Or changes your game!
Sleepless nights and pills
Don't free a mind that thinks
Words are helpless,
They don't even define your name!

#Words

The love of my life #Valentine

The love of my life,

You are the cure to my raging fire!
And also the reason to keep it burning.
Be my Valentine love,
My flames seek your sparks to keep me shining.

Love tastes like coffee

The autumn I met you,
the breeze collided with my walk,
asked me to stop,
and look back,
I did.
I saw you in your favorite maroon vest,
that moment I knew how love feels likes.
You took me to a coffee shop,
and took a sip from my cup.
And I knew, what coffee tastes likes
Love,
I wrote a thousand love poems for you,
even before I met you.
So that I could hand you my notebook as our first Valentine's gift.

You took your smile from your face,
and pasted to mine.
But it kept growing, bigger and bigger on you.
like love....
like magic...
I sketched you inside my heart,
with permanent ink.
Tattooed you on every inch of my skin,
Even if I get you removed,
I'll get these scars,
too ugly for my soul.
I am beautiful,
with you.

Love,
its an attempt on art,
worthwhile; no matter how bad you are at it.
I filled our distance with love,
our cups with four spoons of sugar,
only for you to say,
"now I know what coffee tastes like."

You're not a movie.

You're not a movie
Or a song
Or even a script.
The camera doesn't roll for you.
You're not made up of rhymes
Or metaphors
Or even words
Books aren't written for few.