Cold Days

A strong wave stuck by
Destructing me and my house of cards
Perhaps it was the winter breeze
For which I prayed ten months long

It was a hazy reflection
Glossing over floating pieces in slo-mo
Like weary words of once a dearest
Exploded right over my face

Oh no! That was not any breeze
A turmoil it was, dressed like hailstorm
Got blurry sight, dust in eyes
Pain in heart that felt like dying

While the heart raced against the time
I ran, jumped, galloped to catch my cards
That's when the lightening bolt found me
And we burnt, me and my soaring parts

Lilies

Everytime I pull myself up
You come knocking with lilies
I peep through the keyhole
And I know how I love it

I'd been longing for flowers
you sell the best ones too
I abstain opening the doors
For I'd stopped buying from you

The last time you traded
roses full of thorns
Has still got me bruises
From things I still adorn

Yet I open the door
End up buying those lilies
Through my bleeding hand
Creeps in the willies

Candy Days

I choose colourful pictures
because these are candy days
I've got an ocean to outpour
a zillion emotions to save

I've a colossal stretch of work
many books awaiting to be read
Thoughts to share and people to meet
but work is probably insane

Don't confound my occupied schedule
as I compare it with candy days
Days like these I love
Days like these keep me sane