It was the month of December 
I can see the snow from my window
The chills
The feel of warmth in front of the fire
Sudden urge to meet you
To finish the poetry we started
The urge to feel your presence
It was the feeling and it just remained like that
I am sitting under the maple tree
I can feel your presence around me
I wish if I was the one you loved 
I wish
I finished the poetry we used to write
Broke my own heart by believing that you loved me
I have buried my feelings under the snow
It is near the maple tree, if you ever wanted to know
Goodbye
All these crazy thoughts haunt me
It is like another self inside me
I don't know if I will be the old me
But sometimes I miss the old me
I have got some issue to deal
Don't you
Am I the only one who is crazy
Or I guess I don't have courage to deal with the issues
I am too lost to be found
So I am going till the mystery is solved
I know everyone wants my Good
But do I deserved all of this
I don't think so
Good as all things should be 
Mind is critical
Is life beautiful
Am I sentimental
Or 
Am I crazy
I still don't know if I am mad
I guess I am depressed 
Or 
I am an over thinker 
So what am I
Ask me how I am
And I will say good as all things should be
 With the winds 
I want my sadness to go away
I am like the fallen leaf, everyone just go over me
It is just a period of time
That's what they say
Are we ever going to be together
I guess that will be a mystery
I wrote my fate with blood
I wrote poetry for my funeral 
Us being together was a beautiful tragedy 
But like every tragedy 
Its my time to leave you 
And let you seek
Your happiness , your peace
Every night these walls hear the sound of unheard
The pillow gets soaked with the tears of memories
When I can't find love
I feel it by getting unstable in the brewery
Sometimes these walls think that I am absurd 
In between these microseconds
I try not to remember the past 
But I get lost in the horrors of past