"Pieces of glass on the floor..
a stranger's name on the door..
painful memories on the wall..
space for skeletons in the hall..
a bed of thorns to sleep..
lots of corners to weep..
this is what I call my own..
a home waiting for its tomb-stone.."

-Swati

"I used to know this rain and it would talk to me..
the love it would shower lightly..
the anger it would shower harshly..
the energy it would shower brightly..
the remenance it would shower heartily..
i used to know this rain and it would walk with me..
And now, i wait for it to pour me a tear..
But, all it does is tremble and turn a deaf ear!!"

-Swati