CRIMSON BLOOD...

Do you hear me crying?
Do you see that inside Im dying?
A gruelling pain gnawing on my heart
Do you see is ripping me apart?

Do you see the tears disguised as smile
Is stabbing my mind all the while?
The sieved soul inside my shell
Is sobbing like a battered child?

Do you see I try to hide
The wound you gave
Though it doesnt let me thrive.
With every smirk I try to fake
My spirit dies another death.

Do you know I spend my nights
Thinking bout how you denied
The fact that you were ever mine,
Quelling a love so divine.

And now, when that you are gone
'Coz I hate being on my own,
I just lift my hands and pray,
Heaven take my life away..

SO NEAR...YET SO FAR

Beneath the giant oak tree
He kneels.
With a red rose in his hands.
In the old church graveyard.
Before him a gravestone stands.
I sit just beside him.
As the moonlight gleams his eyes
They shimmer like a teeming mere.
He looks up to the sky.
His lips are sealed
But he speaks a thousand words
Of love that I can feel.
A lonely tear moistenes his cheeks.
I reach out for it to wipe
But I cant touch him.
This feeling I cannot describe.
I watch him cry,I watch him pine.
Like a sook,I watch him, whine.
I yearn to spiel
To consol him.
But I stay quiet and silently scream.

We are so near
And yet so far.
A chasm between us that'll never disappear.
By the game of the cruel fate,
We are apart by life and death.

On the grave stone that bears my name
He keeps the rose
And lights a candle flame.
The flickering blaze of the candle light
Makes the cenotaph blessed and bright.

I want him to stop
I want him to stay.
But I blankly stare
As he walks away..
.

BIZZARE...

A lonely mind.
An empty heart.
A restless soul weeps.
The silent night.
And the long forgotten tale
Of a betrayed love.
The distant cry of a nightbird.
The lour sky stares.
A ticking clock
Gnawing on the broken pieces
Of a maimed life.

An unfaithful face eludes
Behind the closed eyes.
A perennial wait.
A deep sigh.
A helpless drop of tear,
And the musings of a defeated mind.
The wounded dreams.
The extinct happiness.
A cuckold life.
Foster slave of a cruel fate

STRANGER IN THE MIRROR.....

Mirror mirror on the wall,solve the mystery of my soul”,I whisper to the person on the other side of the mirror.

But my mirror only reflects back the earthly body that Ive been bearing for the past 25 yrs.Encased within this cascade of flesh and blood is a soul that totally unknown to me.
Who am I? I often wonder. Why am I?
I try to look deep into the eyes of my own reflection,as if trying to reach within my own self.
But I get lost.Lost in a maze of broken dreams and unfulfilled desires.
My eyes reveal no secret of my soul.My mind like a plank tossing in a vast ocean of variegated thoughts.
I close my eyes and try to feel my own heartbeat,with and attempt to figure out the meaning of the rhythmic lub dub sound.I feel an emptiness within me,a never ending void.I feel a deep excruciating pain inside.
My eyes getting moist,my vision getting blurred.
I try to think about my closed ones.Smiling faces in sepia appear in my mind-mom,dad,boyfriend,my family.
Yet why this chasm,why this void?Why this weird pain inside?Why this incompleteness in my eyes.
What is the quest of my soul,I know not.What is the destination i crave to reach?
Who is this stranger in my mirror?

MEANINGLESS THOUGHTS.....

Another leisurely evening. I am lying here on my terrace with the diary in my hands, listening to my Ipod. The cacophonies of the world are being musk-ed by the melodious Westlife. Straight above me is the quarter moon struggling hard to spread its soothing light on me from behind the rapidly floating clouds, floating towards some unknown destination. I stare at the wretched clouds. Bizarre of thoughts are flooding my mind. I am looking at only a very small part of the vast universe above, which holds within itself the darkest eternal mysteries. Just like how the human soul is... full of unsolved mysteries.

Where are these clouds floating to? Why are they floating across me without showering on me? Looks like nature has allotted them some specific area pour upon. Just like how each one of us have come to this world with a specific purpose, to play a specific role. As Shakespeare had said that the world is but a stage and we are but actor playing our own parts.

Sometimes I wonder what my role is!!! The moon is trying to say something to me. As I stare at the moon, it seems to be moving through the clouds, trying to move away from me. What an illusion! Our life is full of such illusions, our minds are full of such illusions. When the clouds of misunderstandings fill our minds, a very close someone seems to be moving away from us. But what we fail to realize is, that the moon stays where it is, its just the clouds that are causing this delusion.

Often I wonder what this life is all about. For me it is like walking alone in a vast dry desert. Every-time I run towards an oasis, it turns out to be a mere mirage. We are all wanderers in the desert of life. Just that some find their oasis before the others, while some like me, wander forever, lonely and lost.

ANOTHER EVENING WITHOUT YOU...

Another bereaved evening just passes by.
The clouds in the sky are on a journey towards some unknown destination. The bright, reddish moon playing hide and seek behind the veil of the wretched clouds like a shy new bride. The noise of the world slowly fading into the silence of the night.
The wind caressing me and playing with my hair, trying to distract me as I close my eyes and try to feel the face that eludes me in midnight dreams.
The leaves of the trees whispering the unspoken story of a perennial love of the departed souls into my ears, as the wind passes through them.
A lonely evening star peeping from behind the clouds and eyeing me, as i sit here thinking of you.
Some unknown flower fills the air with with magical fragnance, as if trying to send some secret message to the night fairy. At a distance some night bird crying aloud as if trying to beckon its lost flame.

Yet another lonely evening thus getting over, leaving behind an abandoned soul, in its eternal wait for a forfeited love.

TALE OF A STORY.....

A story was once born in time,
The story, it was so divine.
The story was of heart and soul,
The story of a dreamy world.

The story that just spoke of love,
The story seemed written above.
Beaded with all colorful dreams,
Songs of life and joy extreme.

Who knows suddenly what went wrong,
Fate snatched all the dreams and all the songs.
The story is now lost in time,
It lost all the tunes and lost all the chimes.

The story never reached its end,
As destiny took this cruel bend.
But in treasure of time it'll always be,
That was the story of You and Me.

I MISS YOU....

Often in the cold dark moments
I sit all alone,
Wearing the warmth of your thoughts
Closing my eyes and
Wrapping my hands around myself.
Though you are with me no more,
But I still feel you,
In the silence of these moments.

Even though we are apart,
Yet you survive within me.
In my mind and soul,
In every drop of tear that flows
In every beat of my heart,
In every deep sigh that comes within me.

The tears dry as the moments tick by,
But the pain does not die.
And the wound still survives,
A waiting heart still calls your name
A dying soul still cries.
"Come back...I MISS YOU".

DARK NIGHT....

That was a night of an evil storm,

That was a night in disastrous form.

That was a night of endless tears,

That was a night of worst nightmares.

That was a night of shattered dreams,

That was a night of painful screams .

That was a night of broken heart,

That was a night I tore apart.

That was a night of suffering soul,

That was a night, darkest of all.

That was a night of last adieu,

That was the night when I lost you.