What would you do...

What would you do,

if I give you my hand?

Would you hold it like you used to

and brush your fingers on mine?

What would you do,

if I lean on your shoulder?

Would you take me in your arms

and make my pain melt away?

What would you do,

if I part my lips?

Would you kiss me back

and make up for the rough times?

What would you do,

if I tell you that I love you?

Would you look into my eyes

and profess your love for me?

What would you do,

if time takes me away from you?

Would you miss me

and just place me in your memories?

Yet another curtain call...

Who am I?

The person that I portray to be?

Or just a another girl,

Who fears the rise of the curtain at the count of three?

I disguise my fear and woes from the world,

behind the various shades of mask,

Sometimes white, sometimes red,

Sometimes, the color of husk...

I perform every day,

with the bright light piercing my eyes;

With thousands of people sitting on the other side,

But nobody with me to hear my cries...

They see, they applaud,

and walk out with the feeling of joy,

Leaving behind the empty seats,

And a long dark alley for me to enjoy...

The moonless night...

On a moonless night,

I wait on the shore of the sea;

The waves brushing my feet

and the wind whispering to me. 

I can see my ride,

dancing to the tunes of the waves;

The sail fluttering on her mast,

and smiling to the anchor, as it raves.

The tides are gloomy and somber,

as the moon is gone;

Wandering in the misty night,

bemused and forlorn.

The night wears a mysterious veil,

and the time ticks and tocks,

Guiding me to raise the anchor,

and make my sail through the rocks.

I leave the shore behind,

and steer my ship away from the strife;

To continue where I had left,

my Odyssey called Life. 

Sprinkle of love...

Oh! The mighty sky,

why do you roar and why do you cry?

do you feel lonely up there?

As I am here to feel your pain, if you want to share.

When I raised my arms in the night dark as coal,

The numbing water slowly seeped into my soul,

But all I could feel is the warmth of your love,

That you showered on me from the clouds above.

When the world appeared so dark and gory,

Basking in their so called glory,

You embraced my undying pain and despair,

And tried to heal my heart, stabbed beyond repair.

I can feel the chill creeping down my spine,

Telling me "I Punish you for crossing the line";

But I was lost in the words that sounded so real,

And the promise of dawn that appeared so surreal.

Will you promise to hold my trembling hand,

When I try to walk the path of my barren land;

Will you keep me safe from stumbling upon,

When the roads get narrow from moving on.

You and me...

Only if could put in words,

what you mean to me,

You were the chords

of my broken melody...

You were the soul

of my jaded slumber,

Like the smell of spring

in a morning of cold November...

You picked up the words

from the pages of your mind
and weaved it to my heart
that even time can't unwind...

I will hold your heart
deep within me forever,
even the miles between us,
cannot part us now and never...

Now as I walk
on the other side of the shore
I can feel you holding my hand
and telling me "I Love You More"...

The shard of my broken heart....

As the shadows of the night crawled in,

I sang the lullaby to my heart

And tried to hold it together,

Refraining from falling apart....

I could hear the sobs,

Breaking the silence of the cold night

And getting lost in the thin air,

Filling my heart with grief and fright...

I raised my eyes to find myself,

Standing in a barren land

The parched land piercing through my skin,

Leaving me empty and estranged....

I wanted to run,

Run from the misery that beheld me,

But the darkness held me close,

Blowing off my memories to the Dead Sea...

As the night flew past,

I tried to look for my heart,

All I could find are the shards of it,

Lying shattered in a pool of blood....

I want to be yours...

I want to be your shadow

in the darkest hour of the night,

I want to be the cloud
when the sun is burning bright...

I want to be the colors
on the canvas of your dreams,
I want to be the gladiolus for you
under the sparkling moonbeams...

I want to be the words
that fills your life with smiles,
I want to be the hand
you can hold and walk the extra miles....

I want to be your today
when the nights are brighter than the day,
I want to be your tomorrow
when life will be a little white and little grey...

I want to be your sunshine
and a part of all your memoirs,
All I want is
to be yours....

Why...

I wonder why,

The grass smells so good after the garden is mowed?

Is it the joy of the garden or the grass weeping it's endure.

There is a clam before any storm?

Is the shore mocking the waves or the waves smiling at the irony.

There is lightning before rain?

Is it the wrath of the sky or the earth welcoming the shower.

The heart aches when the soul cries?

Is it the wait for a new dawn or the undying odyssey of silence.

The whisper of dead air....

 
Staring at the dark night sky,
do you ever wonder,

how life would have been,

if you didn't have your dreams chasing you!!!

The dreams bestowed upon us,

by generations long gone,

twisting and shaping a tomorrow unknown,

clouding our own wishes and desires.

The dreams were born with you,

as you wanted to take your first breath,

rested next to you in your cradle,

waiting for you to light the world with your footsteps.

When you took your first step,
you were asked to dream about running,
and the world was eager to listen to you singing,

before you could utter your first word.

The never ending chase of dreams continued,

as the sands of times slipped through,

leaving us longing for moments to cherish,

moments we could say was our own.

The ghosts of our dreams haunts us,

through the draggy days and sleepless nights,

reminding us to build a future yet to come,

wrapped in our sweat, blood and tears.

I will rather have the ghosts haunting me,

 than chase the illusions created by this world,

so when I get to the autumn of my life,

hope I would have lost less and gained more....

Pebbles on the shore...

 

I drift on the salt soaked water,

watching the stretch of golden sand,

glittering like thousands of morning star,

beyond the floating blue land.

The pebbles on the shore,

splashed with the beauty around,

brings back the time long lost,

when I was a part of that ground.

Washed away by the tides,

I float aimlessly with the wrecks,

striving to reach the shore,

with the hope that someone awaits.

I feel the touch of the wet sand,

lying amidst the pebbles around me,

before i get tossed back again,

to the eternal sapphire sea.

Angel of my life....

Hold my hand, oh my angel
and make me feel the flutter of your wings;
Rise to the sky so blue and bright,
where I can hear the melody of the Harp strings.

Forsaken by the world, when I was feeling low,

you came by from the clouds so divine;

And whispered in my ear in your voice so sweet

saying "Everything will just be fine".

You held my hand and stood by me

through the darkest hours of woe and grief;

Sprinkled the fairy dust on my wounds

and promised me that the pain will be brief.

With just the scars of life left to heal now,

I promise to keep you forever in my heart;

And I know you will never let me go my angel,

even if we are miles apart! 

Ripples....

You tossed the pebbles at me 

and watched, 

as it faded behind my smile;

All you couldn't see are the ripples

that your pebbles evoked in my soul.

The ripples travelled all seasons

and tasted the sands of time,

waiting for you to come one day

and ferry my love to the shore.

The autumn sky wearing a grey cloak
and the breeze with the chill of a Reaper,
made the jaded leaves to retire,
causing the ripples grow many folds.

As the ferry steered close to me
I looked up to find Charon waiting,
I boarded the vessel of dead
and made my way to the Underworld.

Butterfly fly away.....

I lay in my cocoon

and dream about my days ahead;

The days when I will shine like a rainbow

and kiss the sunshine.

The web of illusion closes around me

and I struggle to find my space;

I close my eyes and try to breathe

clinging on to a ray of hope.

I can feel the storm outside

as I soak into the warmth of my cocoon;

But my soul wants to break free

and feel the hail and thunder.

Now the storm has past

and spring is blooming around me

The buds, waking from their slumber

and reaching their destiny.

I look at myself in elation

as I live the dream of lifetime,

with the colours of rainbow on my wings

and the sparkle of sunshine in my eyes.

The cocoon no longer holds me

and I can smell the spring;

And I say to myself as I leave my leaf,

Butterfly fly away.....

Crossing the line.....

 

Here I rise with the break of dawn

with a new dream in my eyes,

a dream of sin, a dream of iniquity

a dream that makes me feel alive again.

I look into the mirror on the wall

and smile at what I see;

The wickedness gleaming in those eyes

makes my heart jump in ecstasy.

I smell the intoxicating air

and feel myself drowning into a trance,

where morality is a word long lost

and everything is red as the devil.

I take one last look behind

and take the leap of my life;

Here I come to the land of bliss,

crossing the line, crossing the line.... 

The golden cage.....

 

I look beyond my Golden Cage

to find my dreams calling me,

with arms stretched wide open

and a wick of hope burning.

My heart leaps with joy

at the very thought of flying again,

of leaving all pain and scars behind

and be myself again.

Alas! I can't move

with my legs shackled and wings burnt,

caged in a place where

the golden glow blinds my sight.

Why do I feel so weary,

why do I feel so numb,

I give up fighting with fate

as hope flickers in the wind of dismay.

The Utopian Dream.....

Morning breeze crept through my window

and gently kissed my cheeks
and whispered something into my ears
that made my heart flutter.

I snuggled close to my pillow
and soaked into the warmth of the bliss;
I smelt the sun kissed air
and felt the symphony of morning glow.

Picking up the notes of bliss
I set sail to the voyage of ecstasy,
where smile failed to leave my lips
and  my mind was in cloud nine.

I spread my arms to feel the wind
and try to live my three fold utopian dream,
a dream where there is a rainbow in every corner

and flowers bloom without waiting for seasons.

 

I hear a voice suddenly calling my name,

a voice far fetched;

I turn back to find my life waiting,

and I just manage to mumble these few words....

Don't wake me up please

Don't wake me up!!!!!!!!

The frozen thoughts....

 

There is a place, deep within me,

where dreams lay asleep and

the thoughts frozen.

Those are the dreams of a women,

longing to touch the stars,

to fly like a crazy bird,

to drown into the bliss of life.

A life, where the grass is lush green

and the sky is blue like the sea,

where she can run through the fields,

and never stumble upon.

But these are illusions of her mind,

drawn on a canvas of dreams,

where the colours fade with time,

and leaves the stain of pain.

Will she be able to unleash the thoughts, 

frozen in the ice of time?

Will she be able to break free

and live those faded dreams again?