Oh! Turn down the lights!
             It hurts!
             I am more powerful in the cold         
             dead darkness that I am in.
            
             No more lights!
             I can't bear it enough, shut it out ,            
             please!

-nimmo

It's the middle of the night
As I open my eyes I see only darkness..
Darkness filled with silence and emptiness..
I call my book for help...and starts to pen down...
As the water from my eyes merged with the ink...I feel at peace..
They start it wrong...thoughts doesn't kill you..it makes you kill yourself... bit by bit ..
Life has a very wierd way of playing games with you isn't it?
Life..is such a unstable yet meaningful word...
You want to stop it and live it at the same time.
How much more before it consumes me totally?

Hey you,

With the rough coarse hair..and twinkling blue eyes...
You always walk in ease ..but never look my side ...
Yet in the smile you once gave , the heat reaches my brains..
The impossible you become, the more I crave!!!

-Nimmo

There was a girl I once knew..
She had felt more pain and sorrows as have anyone I have seen..
She accepted the darkness and solitude as it was nothing more than a turn of page in her life..
She smiled all through her days and cried all through the nights..
She was tough, wasn't she?
I did she all the people she loved.. Ultimately leave her..
I did watch people bullying her..
I did watch her living the same days over and over again...
I did just watch..watch as she went through hell..watched as the nights tormented her..days battled her..crippling her..
Yet I just watched!

Nimmo

             Starting at the sun
             A love that hurts so much
             I look into your eyes
             I see my life deafning
             I found you
             Found you in the dark.
             See your heart is mine.

              It is not a crime to love
              what you cannot explain.

Honestly there are a lot of people who I called friends..
But when I actually have to lean on to someone
You, my dear novel always come in my mind.
I am happy to go to far away lands of fantasy with you..
You have always taken me on adventourous rides.
Before snapping back to reality.

Love from your dearest reader,
Nimmo

Why am I told to be good in society
Isn't the society we live in a hypocrite?..
Dsnt it tell to live your life this minute and criticise about it the next minute?
Why don't people stop speaking and advising others when they have their own life screwed up? Maybe a bit of listening would rather allow to learn something.
Why are men not ok  with women taking the lead? Arnt they the same ones talking about women empowerment?
Why do people have a habit of looking at something from only one perspective? ..won't the knowledge increase if the mind is opened up a bit more.?
Why is the society to decide what is right and wrong for me.?
Why am I not allowed to speak freely as I want as long as I m speak...

      What really was the point , she thought.
      Parking misery on the top of improbality     
      did not seem like a viable long term     
      solution.

     She instead went to bed with a reasonable    
     assurance that tommorow would not be    
     any better than today.

    Or maybe she always knew that there was      
    no better tommorow.
    
    -Nimmo

Dear life,

I have come till here ..
Damaged , disturbed, shattered..
Crushed by the heaviness of the art you have created,
To the past , I resign and wish to rewind the time..
As I have witnessed all the deceptive souls...
To the living momentum of creativity corrupted by those.

-Nimmo

The breathing gets heavy...
Tears weldge up...wanting to be out..
But... something in me restrained me..
An ugly face in the mirror..
The dripping of blood...the cut was indeed too deep..
Silence...once..loved..became...deafening..
Hellucinations...and choking up...
A friendly face ..would be better...
No!..who would give a damn!..
The lights became unbearably harsh...turn it off!
The darkness..came for help..
The ugly face went back to the mirror again...
Stared...long..but felt at ease... looking at the blackness throughout...
So it's..true...being an alien in your own skin...does feel like this...

Nimmo

I stare deep into the eyes..
Dark...staring..back at me..
I couldn't move .. transfixed by his gaze..
He merged the distance between us..
as my heart started beating faster..

Was this the end...or just the beginning..

My eyes gave away as I felt
the blood gush out of my body......
To the eternity of darkness...

-Nimmo

I was there when in that time..
When the stories happened..
I was also there in that time....
When..the tragedy happened..
Don't you think my dear love..
Life can teach you many things .
The compability of companionship...
Realization of not feeling too much..
Compassion, humanity..does only exsist...
The rose becomes difficult to pluck because of it's thorns ..
But don't you love it enough already?..

-nimmo

          
            I wonder how I make myself      
            understand something and let     
            the feelings get in the way...

                  M stuck...
                  Stuck between figuring out
                  what I am ....
                  And what I want to be...

             ".............somehow she knew...
                However hard she tried...
               One can never expect gold
               from a person who is mining     
               iron..........."
            

-nimmo

The stars twinkeld bright in the night sky...
The words failed to leave my mouth..
You knew..I was obessed...with the dark energy that you shared. ..
The wind called on me..as I stood there...gazing at you...
All the sound gone numb behind me..
The rays that came from your eyes...As you lift your gaze at me...
Blinded me...
Tried hard ...enough to look normal..
But i knew ..my eyes gave me away...
As I cringe at the rough and heavy aroma approach me..
I knew it was you...always you........

-nimmo

             I am standing before you.
             With a naked soul..
             Alluring you like a damsel
             Why don't you see the the blood
             Drops..
             As I cut deep into the skin to lay
              it out before you
              A touch with what you'll feel..
             Beats bounce off my body ..along
              with your rhythm..
             Rhythm of us as we ride along to an       
             eternity of love ..

-nimmo

"Tell me it was hard for you to pull away from me..
Look me in the eye..and be honest how you have craved for me deep down..
Tell me that I was not wrong when I felt the current as our eyes met..
I will never come back as promised but I need to hear the truth.
The truth about some bad parts of you...drawn to me..."

"...If you promise to leave and never come back..then..
Yes!...yes I'll be honest with you about what I feel......."

-nimmo

One good thing about not making friends..people don't keep expectations from you..
When you know someone very well they start taking you for granted..
They start treating you as they want you to be ..not as who you are..
Then if you don't keep up to their expectations..either they leave you ..or they humiliate and leave you ..
The road leads to just one way..dats away from you...
So isn't it better...to always walk alone...
Whoever will want to stay will stay .. whoever will want to leave will leave..
It's much better than changing yourself  for someone who isn't worth your time..

        
      You will know how to tame her...
      But u'll never know how to respect         
      her..
      If she is gone ..know that she left    
      you because she was way more    
      independent for you to handle..
      Remember..she was in search of love
      and respect ..
      And if you couldn't give her that..
      You were never worth her time..

-nimmo
      

She wished she  knew what to expect of her..
That mind is a bucket full of thoughts..
Only if she knew what to tell..
Maybe she wanted to tell ..but she believed ...she knew the answers ..
Was anything worth it..??.
Yet she did want to tell..but her heart eventually gave up..
She knew the reality about herself...
She knew...the suffering...the love...the life...
Maybe...she knew...knew a little more ....or..
Knew it all...

-nimmo

         
           "After all these time....."
                  "..........always..."
                           -alan Rickman
I wish I knew the feeling of   
" always"..before I lost him forever..
I wish I could turn back time...and do things that would mean something..
I wish...my life would have no "if"s...
I wish...and I just wish........
                                                  

    
     "life will give you a second              
     chance"
     He always said.....
     Now I wish I would listen            
     to him ..and would have done         
     things differently..

What is it??
Is it..that my personality isn't feminine..
Is it .that I don't go out much ..is it that I don't party around and keep meeting people ...
Or is it..that I don't wear scanty clothes...
Or is it ..I don't have 'fun'...or have a social life...don't have good pictures to put on social sites tagging my whereabouts..
What is it.??..what is it. ..that makes me...less of a kinda person to be around ..??..

             
     
      ....anger in my mind.
      heaviness in my heart.
      and a smile on my face.

      I laughed out hard..as I felt my                             
      world crashing down around me..
      ".....and you thought
      I was never in it"
      I smiled to myself as I saw him                  
      walk away..

Nimmo

      He has an aura..
      so strong..
      Strong enough to make the
      bath go cold around me..

Nimmo

Loving you was pure. ..
The awkwardness we felt....
The touch we shared...
The looks you gave..to take my heart away...
I know not about the life you are living..
But I want you to know...that however hard Anything might get. .
The acceptance of love will always be embraced by me...
Happy Valentine's day....!!!

What is love??..
It is a vague expression of affection..
People enjoy  more of  the physical projection of it...than the real one...
It basically brings more sadness than happiness..
You can't just fall out of love ..
Can you??
Priorities just change..people like me tend to choose depression and loneliness more than being in love...because they don't believe in it...because they were never been loved..from the persons they wanted to..
They are always the person who is misunderstood..judged.  And spoken about..
There can come times and phases of life...where people can be confused about many things in life...because unlike you..
They have many responsibilities to fulfill rather than only run a...