You write poems with your fingertipsAnd I keep listening to the songs written on my skinBy some distant dream, similar wordsBut the verses never meet...

One can simply never take back the words he spoke.And when you know you unintentionally did hurt someone, instead of letting it go or keeping a distance from that person, you can actually do something to mend the broken. That's the least we can do, when circumstances never are on our side; we can stick to our words and promises even if people change and fate ruins..

And truths, these days, are spokenThe same way promises are made,With gritted teeth and crossed fingers.

I've heard you say so many a timeThat I know just the right words to say, just the right lines to rhyme...Today it's been 7 years since we last metI have learnt to say just the wrong words, just the lines you hate....

There were two and only two messages that could have been comprehended by what he said.But neither of them was soothing; neither of them was a lie.

I wish not to tell you how I feel,I choose silence so that you leave,Kiss me goodbye and set me free...