Angels live among us

Writing soothes the feelings inside me

I know I am not highly talented when it comes to writing,

I never knew my texting hobby would turn into something new,

It grew up in me like the secret admirer,

nudging me all along,but never pushing me,

suprising me all along and it took few genuine hearts to bring it out from me,

my heart,my soul and my thoughts are deeply connected ,everytime my fingers work

and I am satisfied...

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

one life

Ain’t life a perfect chaos of mysteries?
A blooming dale of hopes
A ton full of wishes
A well crafted lie 
Gallons of love 
Sweet melodies that tune your soul
One life to live and one life to love
And the creature of all wisdom
Runs away from the beacon that
Lit the paths of many a fool...


Thursday, February 2, 2012

Bizarre Love

What was she to him all these years?
     A relationship of convenience?
     A source of pleasure?
     A money vending machine?

When did love lose its meaning?
     When dreams turn into obsessive compulsions?
     When space and time turn into red signals?
     When sanity leaves the ruptured mind?

Was love the only reason she found to stay?
     Was it only him she wanted to give herself to?
     Was her soul so vain it always went to rejection zones?
     Was love a weapon to destroy traumatized souls?

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

guilty sojourn

My life was not meant to be thrown into shackles of wrath
It's not something so demeaning for men to step on it
And grind it till it leaves no trail of ashes of shame
Yes,to err is human,I know that and so do you
But It never gave you the license to put me at gun point

Guilt is not a passer by my friend nor is it a phase
It's the fishing hook with no bait but only its pointy end
that gets stuck for eternity inside your cheek
Which drags you to hell where your yell gets
sucked up by vacuum and your pleas remain unheard

An empty downtrodden life of a young fool in love
Who kept loving him for she was drowned in his memories
Memories which made her tears into droplets of fire
A sojourn that had to end before it reached its destination
A dream which failed to be fulfiled for hope stood no chance