Twelfth.

A flame flickers, but tells the night;
Her darkness isn't anymore a fright.
But it fears its plight in the daylight bright,
As to whom it'll prove however hard its might.

Nothing is itself without the being of an opposite,
So its not about the wrongs and nor their rights;
We fight for the side that we belong to,
But exist in the grey between the blacks and their whites.

Eleventh

Find words for me to say,
I'm moving past my days of grey;
Find words for me to say,
Lighter my heart feels on this way.

You are in the sound of falling drops of rain,
The ones that never miss my window pane;
You are in the pattern that the stars never forget,
Against the sky always the same they set.

Its not about the butterflies that in my stomach fly,
They are there to deceive with a sugarcoated lie.
But when i finally see u,
Making your way through the crowd,
I understand now,
Love lies in this, this spontaneous sigh.

Tenth

Match your tune to my song,
We can be a blast together;
Live the heat of every moment,
We are meant to brave every weather.

'Coz my words smile at your thoughts,
'Coz my thoughts touch your emotions,
'Coz my emotions are your heart,
And all my heart speaks is your words.

Even after the coldest darkest night,
We can bend the sunrays onto the snow,
We can make it glitter bright,
It won't ever melt, it will stay forever so.

Ninth.

     She had left his life as easily as she  had come.  The ripples in the water gave the only proof that he was sitting by the lake.  He didn't even realise he had slipped into the memories of the past while watching the swan move it's neck graciously towards him. He felt like reliving her scent,  her hair that tickled his face in the wind,  her smile for which he could die thousand times over. And still feel complete than any other person alive on earth.
     He let out a sigh. The swan moved a bit closer towards him.  As if it understood exactly his plight. Telling him to move on 'coz its a long life.  But he wanted to hold back everything they had together.  All that she did to him unknowingly when she looked at him. All those words she would whisper into his ear. All those words he never really heard. They merely left an entrail- a sound, which always managed to reach his heart.  He was always so lost when they met, he knew everything even before she said it. Those words, they hardly ever mattered.
     He thought the swan muttered something.  But there's no way the swan could talk,  he decided. Or maybe it laughed at his inability to forget. Or maybe it wondered how beautiful things that ended won't hurt. Or maybe it just got distracted by the sudden drizzle. But then, for the swan,  her love will always be a puzzle. 

Eighth

We covered a thousand miles on earth,
We scourged every heaven, every hearth;
We rode the winds, we played the seasons,
We searched for everything, but the reasons.

We loved, we lost, but we stood for the cause,
We braved the stage worthy of an applause;
We hustled, we hunted, we dreamt although we crashed,
We keep now those memories burnt and stashed.

We loved what we lived so we could get it right,
We fought every battle, we won every fight;
We always move on, we ignore the past;
But with the light come the shadows they cast.

We spent sleepless nights searching all the missing parts,
We found them lying, at the bottom of our hearts.

Seventh

Undo the spell and take away all your thoughts,
They burden my heart now as your life I leave,
Even the lies are way too sick of convincing,
And faking themselves in the game of make-believe.

Don't hold my hand firm enough,
But pull me off the trance forever;
I may not want to let u go,
But that will be my mind, not wanting to know.

You'll  understand that our paths maybe dont cross,
But you need to feel my pain in walking parallel besides you,
A hundred beautiful things the heart can ignore,
A single grief, however, always easily breaks the soul.

Sixth

I feel like I am trying to mend a picture,
That may not look good when it comes back together;
Just the pieces of our hearts are scattered too apart for a fixture,
And I doubt if I'll ever again get to see them forever.

Blown in the storms of misgivings they were,
Shattered in the darkness of lost nights;
Burdened by the memories they share,
Of everytime when we gave in not wanting to hurt the other,
They tell now the tales of all those lost fights.

With you miles away from me,
I will wake up to a morning which didnt follow a night;
Also the one which doesnt seem to open up to a new day,
'Cause without you- the pieces- they just dont fit the right way.