Dark Friend

My dark friend, 
I have always veiled myself in life.

I have used plain colors to paint myself.
They blend well and I find myself similar to others.

But I am expected to change my colors like others do,
Just like a snake loosing its skin. 

My dark friend, 
I don't want to change, 
I don't want to live in monotony !

Don't fall in love with a Writer !

You fell in love with a writer,

Now be prepared to find yourself in words,

A poem on how you ruffle your hair,
A story about your scars,
A limerick about your crow-lines,

Free Verses would ceaselessly flow,
And make love with your persona till the day tales are weaved,
I’ll talk to you in metaphors and make you one.

The curse of being a writer or musician is to,
Eternalize the one you love.
I’ll write poems about you and open up my skin at 2 A.M.

Be prepared, You are in love with a writer,
You never know what world she'll take you to!

 

Why?

A tear forms in my eyes,

I can't believe it's true,

Of how soon she left us,

Without even giving us a clue.

I don't think I've heard it right.

Could I be calm,

When my friend says, "She's dead"?

The phone slips from my hand,

Tears rush down my face,

Along with fearful cries.

I wonder how it happened,

I wonder why it did?

I wonder why it had to be her?

I sit here in total shock,

The world loses its meaning for me,

Oh! Why did it happen to her?

I think of how I had become,

So busy in life,

I did not even spare,

enough time for her.

I know that she wont come back,

But my heart will not stay still,

It pains and cries "Oh! Why?"