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

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.

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 WISH....

I wish to travel back in time;
And wipe off all the tears I have given you

I wish to travel back in time;
And undo every deed that hurt you

I wish to travel back in time;
And erase every mistake of mine

I wish to travel back in time;
And destroy every moment I have lied

I wish to travel back in time;
And take away all the pain I gave you

I wish to travel back in time;
And reverse every word that has stabbed you

I wish to travel back in time;
And make you smile everyday

I wish to travel back in time;
And make you feel special in everyway

I wish to tavel back in time;
And take you in my arms whenever you needed me

I wish to travel back in time;
And kiss your feet for the love you have given me

I wish to travel back in time
And relive my life with you again

I wish to travel back in time;
And make you believe in love again

When she sat by the side of the river... forever...

She sat by the side of the river in the moonlight night. The cold breeze blowed and the sound of the river was breaking the silence of the night. The river water was shimmering. The face of the moon in the water shimmered along with. It resembled someone. It resembled him. He, who was no more there. She wept, the tear drops falling down from her eyes shone with the moonlight and sparkled like bright diamonds. Every tear was a sign of remembrance. Remembrance of the moments that were gone and would never comeback. Every tear had the brightness of her dreams. Dreams that she had once seen with him. Dreams that were her hope. Dreams that were her reason to live. Dreams that were being shattered one by one in the form of tears.
 The wind touched her everywhere. She shivered. It was as soft and gentle a touch as his. She closed her eyes to feel it. Memories of the good old days flashed in her mind. What went wrong she thought. Everything was so perfect. This was the place where she used to sit with him, every night and spent hours of togetherness. The river, the trees, the mountains and the stars, greeted them. She would sit close to him, with his hands wrapping around her and her head on his chest. And they would stare at the moon for hours. His inconspicuous face in the moonlight night was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. He would hold her hand and whisper the words of love in her ears. Every word along with the sound of the river seemed like a music in her ears. That was the music of her life. The brightness of his eyes was the light of her life. The beat of his heart was the rhythm of her universe. He was all she ever dreamt off. He was the reason of her existence.
 She wrapped her hands around herself. Suddenly the wind felt so cold and sharp and was cutting through her flesh. The sound of the river disappeared. The moon light was so dark. The mountains at a distance looked like unknown demons coming to engulf her. The world was so silent. She felt scared. She felt lonely. She felt devastated. “I miss you…” she screamed “come back to me…”; there was no answer. Her voice hit the mountains and was thrown back to her. Even they didn’t want her words anymore. The universe no longer needed her. The meaning of her existence was lost. She un-wrapped her hands and opened her eyes to look around. The river was screaming, and moon was burning like a ball of fire, the leaves of the trees whispered like the evils from the hell. She held the wrist of her left hand with her right hand and closed her eyes again.
His face appeared in front of her. He had the same smile on his face that made her forget all her pain; the smile that she would die for. A deep sigh came out from within her. It brought along with all her dreams, her hopes, her emotions, her feelings and her pain. Now she was empty inside, blood ticked down her left hand. Her sharp nails had cut through her flesh and reached her veins, but she felt no pain, she could see him at a distance with his arms open wide. The noise of the world disappeared. She could hear his voice now. And she could hear music. She could feel his touch again. And then there was nothing. He lifeless body, lied on the wet grass by the side of the river, like a flower freshly fallen from a tree, a dry leaf form somewhere fell on her body as if to cover her. The tears dried in her cheeks the blood from her hand tricked down and was absorbed in the ground below, Thus she was back to him again….