Why die young 

Why die young When you’ve songs you haven’t sung

Sites you haven’t seen and places you haven’t been
Why die pretty 

There is a world outside the city 

People you haven’t met and secrets you haven’t kept
Why die so fast?

These moments will pass 

There is the book you will miss 

There are coffee cups you haven’t kissed 

Meadows to walk through 

children to talk to 

books left to be read 

so why? Oh! why do you wish to be dead?
Why even die when you can travel alone?

Leave this world

And disconnect your phone 
Why even cry over someone’s world?

When there is someone’s ‘I love you’ you yet haven’t heard. 
As you stare at that vein kissing that knife 

Think of all the things you’d miss if you end this life. 

If I were you I’d wait for the scars to fade. If I were you I’d put down that blade. 

JUDGE. 

Judge? Judge her because of her past. 

Judge her because of what she wears. 

Judge her because she alone hang out with ten guys. 

Judge her because she stood alone. 

Judge her because she never repented upon losing the bad ones. 

Judge her because your dejections never let her down. 

Judge her because of the rumours you listen about her. 

Judge her because of the emo yet bold side of hers. 

Judge her because she doesn’t get broken. 

Judge her because she still carries a smile rather tears on her face. 

And judge and judge and judge

Because all you have learnt is how precisely one can judge. 

finding someone to be there for life? 

do you ever just feel so lonely? feel like you’ve so much to tell, but you cant put that into words and tell to anyone? then, even if you somehow manage to put everything into words, you realize you dont have anyone to speak to?do you crave for someones shoulder to cry (just like me)? 

you know what, cuteheart?

there is someone waiting for you to turn up, someone who wouldn’t need your words for you to express, someone who would be there, always.

who? 

just get up, walk towards your vanity or dressing table and look at that beautiful reflection of yours. there is that someone. touch your own reflection of tears in sorrow and your smile in happiness. quit hustling yourself in finding an inappropriate, not needed, other so called half of you because in the end all that you’ve is only YOU, no one else. 

You ain’t weak, if your cry alone! 

She was born an introvert, she tried to open up. But cost of being hurt, again, was too high to pay. She wanted to scream her heart out, but rather was silent. I felt how lonely was she but today when I look at her, i realise she was lonely by choice, not because she didn’t have anyone. Crying alone maybe the worst feeling, but the person who appears after that cry are way stronger than the one who they were. 

So, here is to all those people who cry alone. It’s alright to be alone for sometime, cause in the long run of life you’ll once realise solitude hears better than anyone can or could. 

MOM (To the person, no dictionary can explain) 

To look how your a bit grown walk would’ve been special for you.

But to see that very person fall and get hurt wouldn’t have been easy. 

To hear saying Mom from her would have been the best feeling ever. 

But hearing that voice rising at you wouldn’t have been so. 

Joy she got while eating your food would have always made you elated. 

But seeing that food ignored for Italian or Lebanese would have been painful

Listening her ‘I love you’ when you get her new clothes would have contented you

But seeing those clothes now called old fashioned wouldn’t have been bearable. 

That tight hug she gave when you brought her a cell phone would have bought tears. 

But now realising her cutting your calls wouldn’t have been acceptable.

Looking at her crying to sleep besides you would have made you the happiest person.

But today seeing her irritated by your going in her room wouldn’t have been easy. 
Her new face for you isn’t easy to accept. 

But one day her realisation that this face killed you from inside would be bearable for her.

To your misfortune this realisation has time to come. 

And too her misfortune when it will come, it will be too late! 

Address to her heart! 

While leaving, she left a postcard

Secretly at doormat of his heart

Years later, he found it

On replying he realised 

Address to her heart had changed. 

The mirror of present, reflected the past. 

Everything was same

Only their roles interchanged.