Silence 

This isn't what you think.

Just don't think.

I am talking about the silence of not thinking.

Don't look, judge, try.

See - forget.

Let it not linger. 

Let it not settle.

Just remain silent. Let this silence provide you peace.

Complementing- attacking the conscience of a person to feel sorry

Person A- "Wow! That was a nice presentation." Person B- "Oh really! I thought it was okay, I started it last night, the content could be worked upon........" so on and so forth. By the end of this tough 'thanks' yet not a 'thanks' Person A- feels so guilty and stupid that he is made to think 'complementing is a way of attacking the conscience of a person so that you feel sorry' 
For a lot of people taking compliments is very hard. In the category of people who can not take compliments there are two major divisions.
1. People who live in a bubble of their own over-confidence and when complimented they naturally expect more than what is required or said.  Also such people compliment others only because they want a compliment.
2. People who think that a genuine compliment can not come to them. You compliment them and that very instant the reply will be "Are you trying to flatter me?" or "Is this in flattery?". Any person would obviously feel dim-witted and be convinced not to compliment that person again.

Many fools are still alive for whom taking a compliment is very hard(as hard as giving one). The world is a beautiful place, praise people who deserve to be, it might put a smile on their face.
When complimented behave like a gentle human who keeps his ego aside and say 'Thank you' (try it, it's not hard).

Keepsake

I am still holding it in my hand
I wished to let go of it once or more
But I forbid me
I don't wish to twist the tale
Despite the knots being added
I won't sit to open them
For they remain for good
I would have with me a lot more than you do
Enough for me to say.
Your keepsake is safe with me
I don't want it to go with me to the  grave
For I know something that you don't.
Goodbye till then my dear.

Dear Soul

Certain things are just so simple
That they just happen
But still so hard
An attachment never existed  
Still there is grievance
Or just a scare I'll say
My pain needs no healing
Except for your dearies
Is it their guilt that I'm experiencing
Or just a scare I'll say again.

I don't know what to say
Neither to you nor to them
Just rest in peace dear soul (souls I should say)

Crush

My friend once kept me up all night talking about her teenage hero on a horse. So I simply compile her excitement.

I become a little red
But down under it is something else
A sweet nothing spills out
Just by the thought of it
Into the blue I dive
A little on the top
And my heart spills out
For the one living in my memories
Pipe dreaming all night
Anticipating that all goes well

Watch- A time piece

I am still
Still moving all day long
Chained to a wrist
Making it worth a million
A timepiece for convenience
Valued for craftsmanship
A great engraved
Increasing my glamour and a little tag
Now walking hand in hand with technology
To provide the best I can offer

Many have me strapped round their wrists
Some with most gems on
Ironically fail to strap what I am meant for
My presence is a waste
When it is just not your time

Mirror

As honest as I am

Don't believe in follies or lies 

Truth is what I have been taught 

Silver is the colour of my soul

A streak of light connects me to this world

I am no judge of beauty

I faithfully reflect what is shown to me

Yet I'm thought to be dishonest

But this criticism doesn't shatter me

I've been resting on this wall for years

Constant with my service 

Neither time could harm

Nor could your sorrowful crying.