Ocean.

It was green, i promise it was.
But it's blue now and I'm lilac,
With a hint of your rusted gold on my blistered edges.
Blades don't cut as deep as the love you envy.
It was sin and it was heaven's home.
I'm colder than this ocean, and
You are shallow than these empty corridors.
I won't compare you and me,
We are same but I am indifferent to begin with.

Now you are yellow,
And I'm fading. Creating space in your absence.
Like those freckles in your eyes did for the art.
I'd be your muse until you have to leave this home, yet
This was more like an escape from safe shores.
Where our phasing emotions fluttered so we could survive.
Plain cold dinner left untouched,
Houses made out of compromise.
Blood that was dripping from walls.

Nightmares that were believed to be dreams,
That could've been true.
How fragile can hopes be?
How do you vandalise the love you need?
If questions are left in bathtubs
And sincerity down the drains,
Would you still clutch my brain, in thoughts that play games.
Like fleeting moments that rule me,
I'd be an utter anarchy.
Why do we strive and starve for empathy?
Isn't falling in love a metaphor?
Because I know, everything that falls breaks,
And broken pieces can shatter too. 

Velvet sins.

I've known you for less than countable,
And more than oblivious timings.
So you've got something on me because i don't usually lie in between these.
And my heart doesn't usually burn, it aches but now its different.
Somehow you cannot fathom my reasons but understand my love.
Here in between lies and lines.
Promises and faults, i guess we have found incompetence to be alive.
Like melting wax on her diamond finger.
Ethereal dreams are so beautiful to break and mend.

Love being indifferent and scars being caressed,
Sanctums and pilgrimages turned to destinations for material.
We've come a long way destroying what we hold so close even when it burns.
Can you not see how meaningful your breath is in this hurricane?
When your embrace is all i need and your velvet sins are long forgotten.

Where i lie peacefully and i do not hesitate to fall in depths and drown.
Where i know i can break for the better and the rain doesn't make me sicker.
When humans are just not mere objects,
And feelings are not words on pages.
I will fall in love with your velvet sins,
But don't expect my skin to be soft on your fingersn