What goes in our head can't be penned.

What is being penned down doesn't always make sense.

Loyal words don't betray their beloved thoughts.

But thoughts are treacherous ditching and ignoring the true feelings.

Make the life a DYNAMITE, 

Where you can light a FIRE, and  LOVE YOURSELF ,

until you see a BUTTERFLY, 

that  flies TO YOUR ROOM, 

and eats the BUTTER kept on a plate,  asking  you THE PERMISSION TO DANCE........

A lie seems so true,

while truth so flimsy and false .

Lies paint the world with hues of

magnificence, power and glory.

The truth a sore thumb precariously placed,

threatening to bring down castles

so carefully built.

A regret

A wish

A sky under my feet

A thoughtful you

A half burnt toast

A stained coffee mug

A pressed flower beneath my bed

A sepia photoframe

A never given hug

A crimson blue crayon

A life half full

A life so empty

I look at the stranger in you.

Will you find a stranger in me as well ?

Somewhere along the way we transformed .

Somewhere along the way, the coziness of familiarity let the indifference creep in.

somewhere along the way WE became YOU and ME

the stranger in you is mysterious and seductive

Do you feel the same ?

Shall we start again?

“I want to become like you.” She sighed. "Your enthusiastically bright eyes , carefree laughter and Do as I like attitude is so infectious. I will give anything to become like you.” Andy was talking to a young girl, who smiled smugly at her. "You chose this life. It can’t be undone.” The young girl quipped, thrusting her hands into her pockets. She waved at Andy and walked away. Andy wanted to stop her, but her throat throttled her words. She desperately lunged forward at the girl.

Andy woke up .. beads of perspiration on her forehead. She checked her reflection in the mirror.. Who has she become? .... the drab listless spiritless coward

A far-cry from the young confident girl which she was.