His eyes have a sparkle like the stars up high ,
the one's that scatter light in the dark sky ,
He keeps me strong and teaches me the right,
he guides me through much with all his might .
He sleeps in modesty and lives by his true belief ,
he knows that he's composed but makes you believe.
He is gentle and soft,different from what many can be,
he is the delicate winter snow,& the soft summer breeze,
he is like the drizzle of water - tender and trickle ,
he is like the soft whisper of leaves,or a silent giggle ,
he is vivid but clear in what he must say ,
he makes you feel so good in every way .
He is my life ,without which I wouldn't breathe ,
he is the strength that lives aflame in me ,
he is the sun,ready to rise in your sky ,
he always knows to keep your spirits high ,
he is quite a story teller ,keeps you intact ,
he knows when to joke,when to be exact .
He is like that flame ,that candles hold strong ,
he is the path of life,that leads you away from wrong,
he is that bird in the sky that fly's high through trees ,
he is the deer that keeps alert even though it's free .
he is the only one that puts a smile on my face ,
shows me where the end is, of this confusing maze,
I love you ,you mean so much to me your my best friend , and your the best there can be .
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
P.S. I LOVE YOU
She always felt so alone in this world ,
the feeling of love always seemed blurred,
She thought he would never love her so ,
she always knew she loved him more .
Many letters had she written to him ,day and night ,
but a reply never seemed to hold them tight ,
she gave up on him , on family and friends ,
she knew she'd never be loved till the end.
Her life was filled with pain and misery ,
the scars on her heart , the wrath of destiny,
left her alone in the crowds of life ,
and left her crying to herself in a lonely aisle.
Then one day a letter came up to her darkened room ,
it was from him , after so long , he was visiting soon .
She threw it away and pretended she didn't care ,
but she kept looking at the letter,unprepared.
Then the news came , on what seemed a bright new day,
a truck had run over him , and yet again , taken him away .
she burst out into tears ,ran up to her room ,
dropped onto her bed in utter gloom.
She took out the letter and read it again ,
it read "P.S. I Love You" in the end .
the feeling of love always seemed blurred,
She thought he would never love her so ,
she always knew she loved him more .
Many letters had she written to him ,day and night ,
but a reply never seemed to hold them tight ,
she gave up on him , on family and friends ,
she knew she'd never be loved till the end.
Her life was filled with pain and misery ,
the scars on her heart , the wrath of destiny,
left her alone in the crowds of life ,
and left her crying to herself in a lonely aisle.
Then one day a letter came up to her darkened room ,
it was from him , after so long , he was visiting soon .
She threw it away and pretended she didn't care ,
but she kept looking at the letter,unprepared.
Then the news came , on what seemed a bright new day,
a truck had run over him , and yet again , taken him away .
she burst out into tears ,ran up to her room ,
dropped onto her bed in utter gloom.
She took out the letter and read it again ,
it read "P.S. I Love You" in the end .
And So The Shooting Star............
A bright starry sky,created a canvas on the lake ,
shone bright the waters blue,and kept the night awake,
Burst like a phoenix upon the shadowed night ,
came a shooting star abundant in might .
She closed her delightful eyes and wished upon the star,
she had seen nothing like it ,such a beauty from afar,
she anxiously watched,waiting for her wish to come true,
as she waited and waited ,her impatience grew.
She headed back home,dejected in the rain ,
felt the star had appeared to cause her more pain ,
she sat by the window and watched droplets patter,
felt a sudden pinch,as her heart began to shatter.
The front door opened ,there he stood,
magnificent as ever,as tall as he could,
Father was home, from war, after several years,
It was good to see that he could still shed tears.
Daddy's home , he shall never have to leave,
Else I'll wish upon a star which shall bring him back to me...........
shone bright the waters blue,and kept the night awake,
Burst like a phoenix upon the shadowed night ,
came a shooting star abundant in might .
She closed her delightful eyes and wished upon the star,
she had seen nothing like it ,such a beauty from afar,
she anxiously watched,waiting for her wish to come true,
as she waited and waited ,her impatience grew.
She headed back home,dejected in the rain ,
felt the star had appeared to cause her more pain ,
she sat by the window and watched droplets patter,
felt a sudden pinch,as her heart began to shatter.
The front door opened ,there he stood,
magnificent as ever,as tall as he could,
Father was home, from war, after several years,
It was good to see that he could still shed tears.
Daddy's home , he shall never have to leave,
Else I'll wish upon a star which shall bring him back to me...........
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
REALISING LISA
Not a bother to sit and pray
she always postponed it ,
to the next day .
She cared so much for everyone ,
she cared so much for everything else,
everyone except the selfless,
Rendering a life so under-cast ,
what would she obtain ?
but all man's curses ?
She walked around with inhibitions ,
of keeping quiet under the bell,
living around her discrimination.
People looked around but couldn't find her ,
she was lost in galaxy of only wrong ,
exactly what she deserved.
One mysterious day,she was lost ,
no one ever found her anywhere,
maybe a road she had crossed ?.
She was never found,just like before ,
maybe she had disappeared again?
into the wilderness of gore.
God still had mercy for those who didn't ,
who lived on sins and pity ,
and those who constantly sinned.
Forgiving is a virtue of heart ,
a deed meant for the pitiful ,
and every sinning part.
Oh! How I wish the world wouldn't sin ,
and live a life of happiness that brings
all man together ,on one single palm ,
living a dream-peaceful and calm .
she always postponed it ,
to the next day .
She cared so much for everyone ,
she cared so much for everything else,
everyone except the selfless,
Rendering a life so under-cast ,
what would she obtain ?
but all man's curses ?
She walked around with inhibitions ,
of keeping quiet under the bell,
living around her discrimination.
People looked around but couldn't find her ,
she was lost in galaxy of only wrong ,
exactly what she deserved.
One mysterious day,she was lost ,
no one ever found her anywhere,
maybe a road she had crossed ?.
She was never found,just like before ,
maybe she had disappeared again?
into the wilderness of gore.
God still had mercy for those who didn't ,
who lived on sins and pity ,
and those who constantly sinned.
Forgiving is a virtue of heart ,
a deed meant for the pitiful ,
and every sinning part.
Oh! How I wish the world wouldn't sin ,
and live a life of happiness that brings
all man together ,on one single palm ,
living a dream-peaceful and calm .
She Was Like Wallpaper
Concealing cracks and undone stitches, a life of gloom and pain ,
she'd put up a creamy wall of dull life , and wash away the rain .
She used to lean up against hinges and talk to her mind wandering ,
she always felt like someone was watching ,but no one was listening .
A Girl with a whole life of joy, was stuck inside an unremovable mask ,
how sad to watch her struggle with wound , and try to accomplish the task.
It was so sad to watch her cry and keep the pain hidden from pride ,
I wish I could know what that felt like , to be burning the soul inside .
Poor girl , she never talked to any one but herself , just shifted with her eyes away ,
she'd cautiously approach you ,watching you through and then she'd stand away.
I wish I could talk to her , tell her to tear of the wallpaper bind ,
which always held her back from happiness and left her lagging behind.
She must have been brave , and courageous sure , to face upto such pain ,
everyone did shed sly looks & concluded that she was insane .
No one stopped to wonder why she went through such horrific times ,
Her parents had left her stray , when she was a child of Five .
She was never given a chance , never a second look , just a retributed tale ,
Acknowledge her , the brave girl , who was so strong for the world so pale .
she'd put up a creamy wall of dull life , and wash away the rain .
She used to lean up against hinges and talk to her mind wandering ,
she always felt like someone was watching ,but no one was listening .
A Girl with a whole life of joy, was stuck inside an unremovable mask ,
how sad to watch her struggle with wound , and try to accomplish the task.
It was so sad to watch her cry and keep the pain hidden from pride ,
I wish I could know what that felt like , to be burning the soul inside .
Poor girl , she never talked to any one but herself , just shifted with her eyes away ,
she'd cautiously approach you ,watching you through and then she'd stand away.
I wish I could talk to her , tell her to tear of the wallpaper bind ,
which always held her back from happiness and left her lagging behind.
She must have been brave , and courageous sure , to face upto such pain ,
everyone did shed sly looks & concluded that she was insane .
No one stopped to wonder why she went through such horrific times ,
Her parents had left her stray , when she was a child of Five .
She was never given a chance , never a second look , just a retributed tale ,
Acknowledge her , the brave girl , who was so strong for the world so pale .
A NARROW ALLEY IN A CONCRETE WORLD
Closure Is Such A Big word ,
For people with such unique minds,
in this concrete world ,
Reasons and excuses,
words ,anxiety, and only more 'to obtain ,
don't lie , you suffer the ultimate pain.
Depression is like a lake ,
the deeper you go ,
the harder it is to get out ,
Sorrow at a high level of pain ,
is a wound you strive to heal ,
but heals at its own pace ,
Funny how people always lie about the truth,
how they always cry over money ,
how they pretend to hide ,
how its so hard for them to forgive.
Even when its the people whom you love ,
always there remain the compromises.
Sad how they say they want to live ,
then how they cut down trees still ,
Hypocrites are truth-tellers in their world ,
but seem null in the realistic blur ,
The fog has faded their sight ,
now the cant tell wrong from right.'
Crazy People are often perfectly sane ,
Its you who is at loss and Completely INSANE.
For people with such unique minds,
in this concrete world ,
Reasons and excuses,
words ,anxiety, and only more 'to obtain ,
don't lie , you suffer the ultimate pain.
Depression is like a lake ,
the deeper you go ,
the harder it is to get out ,
Sorrow at a high level of pain ,
is a wound you strive to heal ,
but heals at its own pace ,
Funny how people always lie about the truth,
how they always cry over money ,
how they pretend to hide ,
how its so hard for them to forgive.
Even when its the people whom you love ,
always there remain the compromises.
Sad how they say they want to live ,
then how they cut down trees still ,
Hypocrites are truth-tellers in their world ,
but seem null in the realistic blur ,
The fog has faded their sight ,
now the cant tell wrong from right.'
Crazy People are often perfectly sane ,
Its you who is at loss and Completely INSANE.
BROKEN TOMBS
Valueless lives built under graves ,
people suddenly realise, suddenly care ,
why treasured not in living smiles ?
set aside with more of a compromise .
Black and white , the colours of the world ,
enhancing the rainbow ,future blurred ,
people come and peacefully die ,
no one cares , but still they cry .
This land scarred with wars of the mind ,
is growing towards horrendous crime ,
people ,precious are dying every day ,
with none doing anything ,except a say .
These lives deserved to have been painted ,
not murdered, bloodshot or bleakly tainted ,
they live now happy, free of evil by every man .
under our land ,once theirs , knowing we can .
people suddenly realise, suddenly care ,
why treasured not in living smiles ?
set aside with more of a compromise .
Black and white , the colours of the world ,
enhancing the rainbow ,future blurred ,
people come and peacefully die ,
no one cares , but still they cry .
This land scarred with wars of the mind ,
is growing towards horrendous crime ,
people ,precious are dying every day ,
with none doing anything ,except a say .
These lives deserved to have been painted ,
not murdered, bloodshot or bleakly tainted ,
they live now happy, free of evil by every man .
under our land ,once theirs , knowing we can .
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