Dedicated To My Love...

Come with me, and you'll be, in a world of pure imagination...

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Fri, 20 Nov 2009 09:54:00 +0000

I like imagining to be alot of things

In terms of imagining different lives for me ... extremely wealthy and being perfect or just in a perfect nice n' fluffy world where it's just me and the animals, REAL friends, and the perfect girlfriend

but in reality, I just remind myself to make the best of it

Love is All

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Fri, 20 Nov 2009 09:52:00 +0000

Love is all

Was raining in my heart
Falling deep inside of me
Drowning in my soul
This silence rushes over me

I am breath against this fire
And I will not turn away
I'm waiting for time to carry me
Like a tempest to the sea

Standing strong
Watching over
Love will keep me believing
Thru the dark...can you hear me calling

Holding on when I'm dreaming
Love is all...Love is all
Thundering on high
Love was all I knew before I fell

And now the shots of man
Are echoing inside myself
I am breath against this fire
And I will not turn away

I'm waiting for time to carry me
Like a tempset to the sea
Standing strong
Watching over

Death - My eternal beloved

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Thu, 21 May 2009 09:25:00 +0000

Death is now my beloved- it courts me everyday;
It makes its eternal presence felt each time in a different way!

I meet the death of innocence,
In the eyes of the beggar with a naked suckling;
I meet the death of honesty,
When the under table bribe is a routine thing.

The death of humility does not hesitate to stare blank in my face,
With indulgent hypocrites everywhere who never forget to say grace
The death of ethics and principles is the bold unstated fact
Whether its work or home or play it happens in every act

There is also the death of beauty, which kills itself in plastic smiles
Death of love, death of mercy, death of humanity…a new death every mile

When death is all pervading it hardly makes me shy
To hear the painful bellowing of the little child cry
I walk by with a hardened heart that has long forgotten to beat
Leaving the bleeding lil’ one to the care of the street

Isn’t that what a beloved does, trouble and torture the heart
Till all that pain and agony seems to be life’s natural part
Thus in a million ways I am courted by my faithful beloved death
Until I find I am already dead even before I take the next deep breath!

Lonely Self

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Thu, 21 May 2009 09:25:00 +0000

A lonely evening with a coffee mug in hand,
A heart full of memories and times distant chant.
Come back the past recalls and move on the future reckons,
The mist of the evening and the mushy lyrics of the favorite ol’ song.
I walk back a million miles in search of what I lost,
Was it a thing, a feeling or just the unheard melody of the heart?
The longer the walk the darker the alley,
Until the present blurs out and the future fades away and the past melts too…
What have I lost? Who am I looking for?
My shadow seems to be a cast away and the mirror reflects blank.
Too late I realize, I am in search of myself, my own self I have lost
In the waves of time’s stillness a pain echoes back and tells me from myself I am bereft.

Another Last Sigh

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Thu, 21 May 2009 09:24:00 +0000

How oft I look at the grey sky,
And breathe the hope of a last sigh.
For the many undone things,
That give imagination wings;
On a high flight, I wander into my past-
Wondering how long, these dark shadows will cast?
Innumerable questions with answers that ask more;
The setting evening darkness-es to the inward journey lure!
The mind wanders farther as the lasting strength dies;
The pain deepens further as the frozen heart cries;
And then it all stops and every sense just blocks;
With every key I turn I secure many locks.

Night Roosters

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Thu, 21 May 2009 09:23:00 +0000

The sun has set yet again and the roosters of the night have set their game.
The dripping droplets break the dark silence;
The inner chaos then tries violence.

Laughter and mirth arouse lonliness,
The pain of solitude is the soul's penance.

Rise, lay and close hope's eyes,
Supress the stiffled inner voice.
The next dawn is inevitable-
Will there never be a choice?

My Human Creator

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Thu, 21 May 2009 09:22:00 +0000

The glory of your presence beautifies time;
It makes life worth living.
With you I grow, through you I know,
The art of life called living.

You make me cry, you make me weep,
You make my heart bleed deep.
But in the illusion of tears,
Your smile is a reflection of revival.

When I am wounded, I am weary,
And a dead stone I am-
You instill life back into me,
And become my Human Creator.

I call you in times of joy,
On you I depend when sorrow grips,
When life becomes a trial,
You make me try life.

When I lose my identity and become a tiny drop, in the sea of time,
You introduce me to myself.

For all you are,
For all I am,
I am glad our ways crossed.

Some things are meant to be…

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Thu, 21 May 2009 09:20:00 +0000

I rushed to the platform,
The leaving train I could see,
Crumpled in the unreserved bogie now,
I mutter, some things are meant to be!

Unknown, we chatted years ago,
From different parts of the country,
Today we vow to be partners in togetherness,
It’s a blessing some things are meant to be!

The unexplained phobia debilitates,
The fear never sets me free,
I succumb every time in panic
Give in, some things are meant to be!

As strangers we sang together,
To pass time on the long journey,
Now we are inseparable friends,
I smile, some things are meant to be!

I may not believe in destiny,
And fate may be a stranger to me,
Yet when unexplained things happen,
I say, some things are meant to be!

I wonder why I am writing this,
When blind beliefs make me uneasy,
May be creativity has its lessons to teach,
I accept, some things are meant to be!

The Anonymous DeathThe Anonymous Death

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Thu, 21 May 2009 09:18:00 +0000

I dreamt of a death last night,
The deceased was unknown to me,
They said the name was “Heart”,
A tragic murder it seemed to be.

Faith and Trust the kith and kin,
Had already passed away,
Bereft in this commercial world,
Heart had no reason to stay.

Those who looked on in amusement,
Had a fancy story to relate,
Of how sincerely Heart went about,
Surrendering willingly to fate.

It seems first emotions were slashed,
With the sharp razor of practicality,
Then methodically care and kindness were strangled,
As Heart drained itself of humanity.

With the last struggle of helplessness,
Love flowed out of every cell,
Pain trickled down the eyes,
As Heart rang the death knell.

“Heart was a good ol’ chap”, they said,
Very different from the rest,
So instead of suffering in perpetual misery,
This suicide for Heart was best.

All paid their last respects,
And in life quickly moved on,
The museum fought for the final rights,
Of a relic that to the world would remain unknown!

Chaos

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Thu, 21 May 2009 09:17:00 +0000

I lie on the bed of thoughts,
I think, think, think.
The soft pillow deadens darkness,
In wilderness I blink.

A glass breaks, it shatters peace,
The pain seeps deep, deep, deep.
I drink from the bleeding edges,
An echo of insanity weeps.

nothingness

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Thu, 21 May 2009 09:15:00 +0000

and then one day i wake up from a sleepless night to knowit is a part of me now
an overnight change that has left me unchanged
the pain doesn't speak the tears don't sting
it all just flows within ceaselessly
and a smile camouflages it all!

no yearning no memory no moment to call my own
the past is lost and the future an unwanted promise i have learnt not to trust
so the past is no more a problem and the future no more a concern
it is the present thats a trouble a challenge i cannot face
and time my undaunting enemy whom i cannot kill

i want to fight time
i write the lyrics of my favorite song and try to sing it loud
my voice is lost i remember i stiffled it last night

so i wait for the day to change to noon and the noon to melt into the evening
an evening with no colors gives in to another dark night
this feels home and i comfort myself with the selplessness
and then one day i wake up from a sleepless night to know
it is a part of me now

The Long Way

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Thu, 21 May 2009 09:14:00 +0000

Today it all seemed unusually long; the way to and the way from; it felt long enough to believe we would not meet, but it did end and meet we did; for a moment short enough to make the long and the longing feel longer;

a smile, a gaze, a question, an answer, a breath, a sigh, an expression, a confession all exchanged in that one moment;
an unshed tear, a shoulder rest, a warm caress, a pat on the head, a brush of the finger tips, an eye lock, a whisper, silence all un-exchanged;
and then even the moment ended, before it should have;

The way back from you seemed longer and maybe it never will really end.

This too shall pass...

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Thu, 21 May 2009 09:14:00 +0000

And then one day this too shall pass like most other moments of life I cherished. Moments I felt were eternal to leave an everlasting impression and yet fragile and delicate enough to have melted like dew leaving no trace except a faint echo of memories and blurred visions of smiles, tears, and togetherness. Yes everything passes, the great healer heals it all, I move on and you move away and the we is lost in this on and away. I hold on to you more tightly hoping to never let you go but it is like holding on to quicksand and all I can see is it is all slipping away the tighter I grasp. So what do I do, hold on, let go, pretend to feel comfortable with this loss or enjoy it while it lasts? The choices are many but the result is the same any choice I make. The result is this too shall pass. The awe, the respect, the beauty, the passion, the warmth, the comfort, the pain, the restlessness, the separation, the togetherness, the night, the day, the timeless time, the touch, the feel, the magic, and the chaos will all end only to beget a new turmoil within. Togetherness is not threatened by the parting, it is the parting that is threatened by the passing. And yet this too shall pass…

Dreamy Lost Evenings...

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Thu, 21 May 2009 09:13:00 +0000

When did the night get done?
When did the day again begin?
Seems like only a blink,
Dreams dissolve and reality sets in.

Were the skies too high,
For the weakened wing?
Was the melody too sweet?
That the pained heart cannot sing?

A dreamy yesterday buried,
Locked and bolted to rest.
A keepsake for the lonely morrow,
When present is put to test.

Tears be the faithful companions,
For journey of many a mile,
The heart desires no laughter,
Contented with the broken smile.

For the one in whom I find the beauty of life!

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Thu, 21 May 2009 09:11:00 +0000

Each day I step one step further and if we begin to count I have walked for many days now. Each step takes me farther away from you and from us together. Then on a lonely peaceful night I look back and call out but we are far far away and I can’t see you and you can hear me no more.

The mountains of flour, the black and white keys, your paintings, your soft toys, your neat notebooks, weave the perfect backdrop for the play of nostalgia being performed by
memories on the stage of reminiscence.

I remember you with a smile and I remember you with a tear. I stretch out my hand in the hope that you will hug me and secure me a safe haven in your presence once again. But the mirror image reflects the real me whom you do not know and whom you had better not know.

I know you are only a call away and yet the lump in my throat prevents me from punching ten numbers. I close my eyes and do the only thing I can do. I wish one more time that you like your perfect self enjoy a perfectly blissful life full of love and happiness you so deserve.

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Mon, 04 May 2009 15:31:00 +0000

2 b brave is 2 luv som1 unconditionally.. It takes courage 2 fall on our faces or leave ourselves open to hurt.

What is love?

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sun, 03 May 2009 17:04:00 +0000

Love is to Love one with all love....
love is to care one with all cares...
Love is to Laugh for some one....
love is to Cry for some one......
Love is to live for Some One.....
Love is to Die for some one.....
Without love life is incomplete....
Love makes life complete......
so love n be loved by some one......

You Are Mine

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sun, 03 May 2009 15:10:00 +0000

You Are Mine
You are mine, my best friend,
The one I can confide in, until the end.
The one who has seen every tear,
Whose hands boldly hold all of my fears.
You are mine, my other half that makes me complete,
Who never lets me feel like I am going through defeat.
You're the one who has always been there,
To show me how much that you truely care.
You are mine, my happiness in me,
Who's opened my eyes and really made me see.
Your compassion and love has shone through the clouds,
Leaving me with no more fears or doubts.
You are mine, an angel for me,
Whose smile is sent to make me happy.
The one who always has faith in your heart,
To make sure that I don't fall apart.
You are mine, without any question,
Giving me lots of hugs and affection.
You are mine, my best friend,
Whom I will always love until the very end!

Heart touching

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sun, 03 May 2009 14:50:00 +0000

A boy liked a girl but wanted to make her jealous.
Then one day
things went terribly wrong.
The next few weeks
were like a very sad song.
He made her jealous
on purpose he tried.
When the girl asked, "Do you love her?"
on purpose he lied.
He played with jealousy
like it was a game.
Little did he know
Things would never be the same.
His plan was working
but he had no clue.
How wrong things would go,
the damage he would do.
One night she broke down,
feeling very alone.
Just her and the blade,
no one else home.
She dialed his number,
he answered, "Hello"
She told him she loved him
and hung up the phone.
He raced to her house
just a minute too late.
Found her lying in blood
her heart had no rate.
Beside her was a note,
in it her confession.
Her love for this boy,
her only obsession.
As he read the note,
he knelt down and cried.
Grabbed her knife,
that night they both died.
She was found in his arms,
both of them dead.
Under her note
his handwriting said:
"I loved her
so, she never knew.
All this time
She loved me too."

CRAZY THOUGHTS

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Wed, 29 Apr 2009 15:31:00 +0000

when I'm gone, just carry on, don't mourn
Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice
Just know that I'm looking down on you smiling
And I didn't feel a thing, So baby don't feel no pain
Just smile back................
my hands r broken n time is going on n on it goes forever,
forgive me my love i stand here all alone in hell,but u will b fine ,
cause i belive in u n just say good bye n will just dance with the devil ,felling the cold dead eyes steling the life of mine,
desperate I will grow waiting 4 so long..,no long,no long, die 4 any 1, wat have become...,something scaring in my way, sometimes battle just 2 pay in the diary of my failures......................

ALL TATS R MA CRAZY THOUGHTS ....WEIRD NAAA JUST WEIRD LIKE MEEEE........

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Thu, 23 Apr 2009 19:55:00 +0000

For every pain love is solution but the pain from love there is no solution

Life after Death!

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Thu, 23 Apr 2009 17:28:00 +0000

How did it, get to be like this?
Alone I sit, thinking the past was bliss
Mistakes I make, alone I must face
Hearts I break, are hard to replace
I was drinking, I wasn’t thinking
I hear my fate sounds like my heart sinking
Life is a test, how did I get this stressed
Swore I’d never let anyone get my best
With love comes pain, I have only my self to blame
For the mistake I made, I’ll never be the same
Every day I pray, make it go away
I’ve never turned to god so hard, with nothing to say
Why should he listen to me now, I’ve never listened to him
But I’ve always kept faith, feared and believed for him to forgive my sins

I’m most sorry to you, loving me and being my girl
But I’ll hide my actions between us in this world
Hopefully we can get past this and grow
But never show anyone till death takes a hold

I can’t end my own life..
Please forgive me in the after life!

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sat, 18 Apr 2009 08:24:00 +0000

If u can keep ur head when all abt u
Are losing theirs n blaming it on u;
If u can trust urself when all men doubt u,
But make allowance 4 their doubting too:
If u can wait n not b tired by waiting,
Or being lied abt, dont deal in lies,
Or being hated dont give way 2 hating,
And yet dont luk gud, nor talk too wise;
If u can dream-n not make dreams ur master;
If u can think-n not make thoughts ur aim,
If u can meet with Triumph n Disaster
And treat those 2 imposters just d same:
If u can bear to hear the truth u've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap 4 fools,
Or watch the things u gave ur life to, broken,
And stoop n build'em up with worn-out tools;
If u can make 1 heap of all ur winnings
And risk it on 1 turn of pitch-n-toss,
And lose, n start again at ur beginnings,
And nevr breathe a word abt ur loss:
If u can force ur heart n nerve n sinew
To serveur turn long after they r gone,
And so hold on when there's nothing in u
Except the WILL which says to them: "Hold on!"
If u can talk with crowds n keep ur virtue,
Or walk with Kings-nor lose the common touch,
If neither FOEs nor LOVING FRIENDs can hurt u,
If all men count with u, but none too much:
If u can fill the unforgiving minute
With 60secs worth of distance run,
YOURS IS THE EARTH AND EVERYTHING THAT'S IN IT!!!

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Fri, 03 Apr 2009 20:10:00 +0000

I Cried Today...
Not Because I Missed U Or
Even Wanted U
But Because I Finally
Realized I'm Going 2 B
Alright Without U.
I Miss U!

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Fri, 03 Apr 2009 19:59:00 +0000

“It is impossible to fall out of love. Love is such a powerful emotion, that once it envelops you it does not depart. True love is eternal. If you think that you were once in love, but fell out of it, then it wasn't love you were in. There are no 'exit' signs in love, there is only an 'on' ramp.”