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