LIFE

Life always comes to an end,

there is no need to be depressed.

If submission is the condition of my life.

I have no need of this life.

In slavery it can rain showers of gold,

but all I have to say to the sky is,

there is no need of such rain.

Pic: By Deviant Art

AMOR PATER TE.

Take my hand, And look at me.

What you see, Cant you feel?

I remember the days,

When you were all I had, And I was all that you cared.

I remember the days,

Of goodnight stories, and of no worries.

Daddy’s little girl I was proud to be,

All such lovely memories, shared by you and me.

Now lost forever, into the endless eternity.

When did I become a burden,

That you could not bear?

When did you become a notion,

That brought me despair?

I know not, when it came,

But felt all the same.

Those days that brought unbearable tears.

And plunged our relationship into a vacuum of fear.

It withered so soon,

like a flower in the heat of noon.

So take my hand and look at me.

What you see is what is you left us to be.

Pic by deviantart

CHANGE

Change,

is a simple word,

that brings much toll.

most people associate it as good,

others as bad.

And a few, 

as the inevitable,

that they cannot escape or evade.

but its a sure fact of life,

whether we are burdened by it,

or set free.

With each change,

we walk a path of endless possibilities.

but often we let our past,

and our love for the present,

block the path.

We are driven by our desire, 

to hold on to what is familiar,

because what is familiar brings us the comfort,

and in the comfort lies our effort.

And in doing so we chain ourselves, 

to the prison of comfort that drives us.

Pic by Deviantart.

REGRET

I can tell the world its a mistake,

a one time thing I fear not, nor regret.

But the truth is like the shadow that follows me,

dark and brooding but gleaming who I am.

Yes it was a mistake.

A fault that I will spend all my life, 

remembering in detail.

If given a chance,

to go back or rewind.

I would have put right that decision,

that ruined my life.

Who knows when you look at someone,

the pain they bury,

the weight they carry.

Its a facade, this world,

that has crushed my insides.

I smile, but I scream.

I laugh but I cry.

No matter how much I try,

i cant stop the buzzing in my ear.

the feeling that arises,

when i lay awake all night.

You are my regret,

my never ending guilt.

And that is the truth,

that I cant put right.

Pic by: lord-kevinx.deviantart.com 

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?

Pic by Purgatoric life - Deviant Art

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.

Pic by: deviantart.com 

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)

Burden

This heart of mine,

has wept,tears of joy,

tears of pain.

Grief and Pride

together outweighed.

This heart of mine,

has kept hidden,

memories of you and me,

for all eternity.

The laughter we shared,

the pain we endured.

This heart of mine,

has hoped for a life,

better and brighter.

My prayers intact,

despite life's lack of tact.

This heart of mine,

has wondered a million times,

why it endures,

this loneliness.

In all its glory,

this profound misery.

Yet this heart of mine,

has loved you all these years,

never changing its course,

even after you left.

Locked

Often she wonder,

whether they were at all,

meant to be.

often she wonder,

whether it was worth,

letting it be.

memories are her only source of peace,

yet everytime he destroys,

this only ray of hope,

and of ease.

All that it takes to live,

is all that it takes to let go.

So why is it so hard for her to let him go?

when he opens his heart,

and reaches for her hand.

Those rare, precious moments,

where everything seems to daze.

But when she turns to him,

he locks it all away.

As if the fears all around him,

never seem to fade away.

so why the complexity?

and why the duplicity?

She needs to get away.

Bury it all within her.

After all, what is lost,

can never be regained.

So often she wonder,

in the cold sleepy nights.

when the winds howls and rains throughout,

and her heart grieves with all its might.

Often she ponder,

on her most disturbing intuition.

Was it all fake?

Did he even love her at all?

Often she wonder,

when the tears hid well behind her smiles,

and her pain became well-disguised.

Was he worth holding onto?

Was he worth loving despite his locked heart.

Pic - by Deviant art

Live the moment

Take life one day at a time,
Dont look forward,
you might not like what you see.
Dont look back,
You may regret the things you cant undo.
Just live the moment you are in,
and live it to its fullest.

pic by deviantart

US

It was a special time for all of us,

A special haven for everyone.
Those days wrapped us in its cocoon,
a bond that held us fiercely in its womb.
Years have passed,
we still remain true.
To those days we spent,
being a special few.
And though at times some threads have broken,
We had found ourselves ripe in emotion.
Our journey had led us to eachother's maze.
And we stood holding eachother's hand.
Let us hope this is how it remains.
In this special world, where we belong.

Pic - By deviantart

Mood

She walks along,
Having thoughts rumble in her head
She walks along,
Listening to the sounds that drive her to edge.
She tries to remember,
A happy conversation,
She tries to recall,
A day without a brittle.
He says she is just too moody,
And perhaps she is. . .
But she has found both,
Freedom and safety in her moodiness.
Freedom from loneliness,
Its her own haven.
And safety,
from being understood.
For those who understands her,
Also enslaves something in her.

Will

No pressure halted me. . .
I could have chosen what was 'right',
or what I felt was right for me.
I refused to be rushed,
so is it something I am supposed to be,
sorry for. . .
Deluded are those who expect,
others to sccumb down to their wishes. . .
Paranoid are those who search,
for flaws and faults, real or fictious. . .
Love, Friendship and trust are,
result of informed consent. . .
And I determine it through,
my knowlegde, self counsel and will. . .

Pic by: Deviant art

Long Road

The movie DeadMan Walking captured my fascination the first time I watched it and had remained as my all time favorite. Its a truly amazing movie that gives a very different insight to the heart of a criminal which makes one ponder over his actions and makes it difficult to be judgmental regarding him. The song Long Road by Eddie Vedder and Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan in the movie expresses overwhelming emotions, captivating the attention of anyone that listens to it.
 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_x_ZNwjoWHs

and I wished for so long...
I cannot stay
All the precious moments...
Cannot stay
It's not like wings have fallen...
I cannot say

Without you something is missing...
I cannot say
Holding hands of daughters and sons
In their phase they're falling down
Down, down, down
I have wished for so long...
How I wish for you again
Will I walk the long road?

I cannot stay
There's no need to say goodbye
Oh, the friends and family...
All the memories going round
Round, round round...
I have wished for so long...

How I wished for you today
And the wind keeps rollin'
And the sky keeps turning grey
And the sun is set

The sun will rise another day
I have wished for so long...
How I wish for you today
I have wished for so long...

How I wish for you today
Will I walk the long road?
We all walk the long road

10 Things I hate about You

I hate the way you talk to me,

and the way you cut your hair.

I hate the way you drive my car,

I hate it when you stare.

I hate your big dumb combat boots,

and the way you read my mind.

I hate you so much it makes me sick,

it even makes me rhyme.

I hate the way you're always right,

I hate it when you lie.

I hate it when you make me laugh,

even worse when you make me cry.

I hate it when you're not around,

and the fact that you didn't call.

But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you,

not even close.

not even a little bit.

not even at all.

This is one of the best poems from one of my favourite movies.. I was watching it lastnight and thought of blogging it. And then there is heath ledger... *sigh*

Confused soul

The drizzling kept me awake,
all night long. . .
but the disparity,
did not fizzle away. . .
It was just yesterday we met,
and you sang to me in my moodiness,
With your secret smiles. . .
hidden glances. . . . .
and astounding philosophy. . . .
But what now lays is utter confusion.
The empty spaces . . .
hollow mazes . . . .
A broken dream . . .
A bitter truth. . .
And now my soul searches itself,
for the answers still remains,
deeply hidden. . .
masked. . .
and unbelievably concealed. . .

Pic by: Deviant art - Fullmoon Fairy

Vision

Trapped in my minds eye,
is a vision I envisaged of you.
The future holds more mysteries,
than the past had displayed.
The path leading from you to me,
is a long narrow one.
Perhaps the dream will light,
color onto your existence.
And I hold onto myself,
with a vision,
a prayer...
a dream...
an illusion.

Pic by deviant art - Blackrose

Simple minds

Simple minds of others,
seem to remember me liking him.
Spring, summer, winter and fall.
I alter their thoughts,I alter their minds..
But what they don't know,
is the sadness that grips my heart,
and the pain that often binds,
when I wonder,
how it all started...
Pic by: deviant art - sleeping trinity