That Girl was Me...

Then suddenly out of the blue
A ray of hope came
She couldn't do anything
But sit there and gape
She found a friend
To walk with her miles
She didn't know that She was being taught
The sweetest curve - Smile
But alas! Fate struck her like lightening
Her happiness was burnt to ash
She broke down again
Like a human on the hit of a lash
Now She understood the meaning of a promise
But She had to pay the cost for it
She knew what she did was wrong
And that it was too late for it
She sat alone
Standing in the lore
On the way
Down that long winding road
Now she had lost all her hope
She knew things would not change on there own
So She took the first step
Said sorry and waited for the sign to go ahead
Though no sign came, She is positive
No matter how long be it
She knows the good things in life
And how to survive in this strife
She would always have a welcoming note
For the happy moments ever & ever
She knows that She would be led to her happiness
Sometime but not never
I sit back and take a look at her life
It's bad and thats natural, you see
Because after reaching here you must have guessed
That, That Lonely Girl Was Me...

It was Me...

Years have passed by,
All the fears, I bid goodbye.
Days of the past I try and forget,
Words from the one I always regret.

Trying ever harder to make thy understand,
Just lost my self-confidence in the quick sand.
Always wanted to get what I deserved,
Spreading the ashes of the sentences I've served.

Driven into the an abyss never known,
A superunknown till I trip like a fawn.
On my knees the tears shall fall,
Denied a vague direction in this endless stroll.

This ain't a love ballad I sing thee,
Nor a poet never meant to be.
Stretched to the limit of what I am,
Now I know I'm living for who I am.

The Butterfly Bleeds

A Paradise Of Flowers Once Was
Where Trees and Plants Rested
Blue Skies; Green Fields Across;
A Glorious Place, Snow – Vested!

As The Sun is Down The Horizon
Butterflies Would Flutter Along
They Used to Play Till It’s Late
Alas! Then, None Knew Their Fate!

One Fine Day When Fog Was On
The One Day When The Sun Was Gone
They Came Around As Everyday Past
They Never Knew That Was Their Last!

On One Corner Of The Land They Aspire,
It Glowed, It Was a Forest Fire
Sun Has Come Down -They Thought,
And Ran into The Fire, Red and Hot!

The Butterflies’ Wings, Once So Fragrant
Burned Down; A Vision So Unpleasant,
They Tried in Vain, The Couldn’t Fly,
They Neither Had Voice; They Couldn’t Cry!

Vastness Of The Forest, The Vile Fire Feeds
It Grows and Grows, The Butterfly Bleeds,
For The Sins Of The Lowly Humanity,
The Butterflies Stand Proof, Dying Slowly!

Just not quite There...

Well..It's been a long long separation Mr.Blog!
So here I am..the first thing after i got hold of a blog I was searching for like crazy!

This blog entry is dedicated to a person whom I love from the deepest corners of my heart.Not from today but from that very moment when he described how he saw me for the first time and fell in Love with me.. Today..Almost three years..of being together... You know every secret..every strength and every weakness of Mine.My submission spoke for myself. And yet,you took what you saw and left?

I know the hurt an un-reciprocated love produces..but that is where you went wrong..It is not to be publicly displayed but is to be felt. And if you can truly hold your heart and tell me that you never felt it.. Then yes,It is my fault.

I ask you,my friends..How important is a "yes".. a status tag of being "girlfriend-boyfriend".. Where did the "lovers" and the "made for each other" go? Did they fade away with the necessity of being a show-off? Just because I wanted "us' to be mature..sensitive and as loving as it could be.. I became insensitive?

Why do we name relationships.. Brackets them into irreversible equations and stagnated mindsets? And then we conveniently call it to be a "miscommunication"? It isn't. The heart that loves always has direct linkages with the ones it Loves. Then why? Why doesn't the other person get it? Reciprocating is important,but just because you don't go over-the-board doesn't imply there is no love at all?

To love is to Love. Without boundaries. Without inhibitions. It always raises you. If our love has made you this way.. If our love has made you to be the Man you are today,I am ashamed,I could not love you true.
I could not show what was..is and shall be in my heart.

But it isn't your fault. Neither is it mine. Because a fault would bring regret,deceit,sorrow and so much more.To me, I have been loved,appreciated,encouraged. Love.. Your Love made me feel like I was a woman of substance. It was like a dew drop the wetness,the freshness still continues to breathe.

A woman who could become a beautiful bird and sway in the darkest of skies,as you became the wind beneath her wings.. A dancer..who has had the "Leap of Faith" and you..her partner..Her eyes closed..her arms wide open..Ready to be submerged into the canopy of your soul as you take her into your arms and nestle your head under her silky streaks.. Her eyes moist as sher opens them.. To find.. She is fallen..The ground rough and her knee bruised..

What happened? How did it happen? Ahh..Poor soul.. They cried.

They didn't matter then. They never did. But the one who matters..could not be found. And there I saw the eyes...
wait..where did he just go..? Was he standing behind that crowd over there? I struggle to walk..towards him..limping but still very much.. Docile.
You're safe with me. Trust me. Let me be the One..
Your words tinkered into my ears..as if you were there..right there..somewhere..

The buzz around was just splintering into the stillness of the air. That's the feeling of having you around..but just not yet. You're inside of me. Every breath..Every Dream.. Every Vision.. Every scream..

But just not quite there...