STARS

She sat beneath the stars,

her voice drowned by the infinte emptiness.

She held out her hand in her prayers,

only to find the empty space above her.

Her isolation meant loneliness,

Her imperfection meant desperation.

Did she deserve the pain of her past?

Or the sorrows of her present?

Did she deserve to cry herself to sleep,

in hope of seeing something different.

Recounting her entire life in her head, 

her eyes failed hide the days that seared her.

The pain. . .

The humiliation. . . .

The torture. . . 

They said she was deluded,

and she wondered why?

Wasnt everyone everynow and then little bit insane.

How many people make peace with their reality?

And how many of us actually keep in the corner of our mind,

the hopes and dreams we had cherished.

How many of us look at things the way they are,

and want it to change?

She looked up at the stars again,

so are we all deluded then?

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YOU & ME

Holding my breath I recollect,

all the times and moments in my head.

You came into my life like another person,

of no significance or importance.

I delude myself not,

with signs and lies of jingle bells.

You and I were strangers,

who walked down the hallways,

with nothing but our interest to unite us.

You were the calm, the collected,

the smart and the caring,

I was the hyper, the impulsive,

the loud and the daring.

It has taken us years to understand,

and we have become two people lost in eachother,

oblivious to the passing world.

I saw the beauty in the deep brown,

and the worry in the grey.

And yet I cant keep away.

You held my hand and guided me,

through a path of shattered dreams and broken promises.

Your words were like sunshine, in a rainy day.

A relief and a hope to keep my fears at bay.

Your glances were like the sweet scent of meadow,

fresh and breath taking.

soothing away the pain and the tears.

And yet today I watched you walk away.

For it is you who taught me,

that love comes in different faces.

Unexpressed words,

Unshed tears,

Stifled smiles, 

Unconditional trust,

A complete ecstasy, 

and brutal devastations.

And I am content, 

for this Love is 

you and me.

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SOLDIER

You walk around,

with a purpose in mind.

You walk around,

ready to fight for life.

I admire your strength,

I admire your courage.

You are more than a soldier,

a protector, defender.

For, before I met you,

I believed patriotism to be overrated,

a deceitful concept, unadulterated.

Loyalty to be a trait lost,

fallen into the abyss of history.

Yet you opened my mind,

and my heart.

With your wilful bravery,

and heartfelt slavery,

to your nation and your people.

Though some believe you to be a fool,

the truth is that they have no clue.

So let not their thoughts,

cloud your heart.

For your heart is a treasure,

that one cannot break or measure.

And though the world,

might take its ugly turn.

You will still find me here,

refusing to let my hopes burn.

I would still admire,

Your strength, your courage.

For I know, i can still find you here,

a soldier against the world.

CHANCE

Its the heart that afraid of breaking,

that never learns to love.

Its the dream thats afraid of making,

that never takes the chance.

Its the one who wont be taken,

that cannot seem to live.

Its the soul thats afraid of dying,

that never learns to live.

Pic by: Deviant art

VACUUM

Last night I lived in memories of times,
That I hold cherished in my heart.
The happy hours spent with you,
The joy of just being together,
Feeling the closeness
Of our silent conversations,
Your awkward smile,
At my dareful touch.

Your attaching paranoia,

And my citeful cynicism.
So many images. .  .
Scrolled across my memory.
Leaving in their wake that vacuum,
known as loneliness.

Sometimes, 

when the memories pounds my head,

ripping my heart,

with overwhelming grief and insecurity,

I cry myself to sleep, 

hoping the next day would dawn another chance for us.

And yet i forget, the reality,

the heart wrenching, desolate disparity,

What good are these tears? 

They will not bring you,
back to me. 

they never had.
And  then i remember,

tears have never eased my pain before.
So why should they now?

Pic by Deviant Art (teenagexhell)