The rift

“The subconscious's voice keeps reverberating in my head saying "I’m wrong, yea I’m wrong!"

I know that its foolishness to hang on your dreams. I know that in your world I’m a faceless person but on my side I can still recall the way u looked & how u talked. Maybe you're really only a fantasy stuck in my head…But you're the only stranger I’d ever wanted. You’re the only man in my life that I’d prayed for. What else can I do? I can’t give up my pride when I already feel that the ball's in your court. I can’t fight my ego. If you'd asked I’d have given any thing you'd desired, but u never gave me a chance.

Songs have created an imprint of your face that I can’t forget. Ask & you will not be refused. But you ask not.

Leave this tormented heart to beat on its own. Take these nostalgic memories & illusions.

Beautiful stranger you have created a rift in my heart.”

Its a doc's life

To be watching ambulances being wheeled in everyday is one thing but sitting in one to take one of your own beloveds to the ER is something different.

Being in the medical field, we're used to seeing the tear filled faces & people sitting outside the ICUs with thier rosaries for those inside.The ambulance sirens & the running staff had been rountine. It had barely ever been moving with the stress we're daily exposed to. Everyone's trying to get along with their own lives so we let those handling the matters to them only.

The other day my uncle had a stroke. I checked his blood pressure & it was really high. I popped some pills in his mouth that I had on hand so by the time we got to the hospital it had lowered but still high. Due to the emergency numbers being busy & lack of people at home the event worsened. It had been 3hours before we got him the right care.Sitting next to him in the ambulance I watched for a constant movement. The distances seemed to never end. The traffic was taking too long. There weren't enough personnel around for help. All the relative things that happen when you want to rush. I constantly wondered if I'd had my last moments with him in that time. It was a serious one (in one of those long Unpronounceable places that I'll skip for u). There was immediate surgery & he was into rehabilitation. No one wanted to assume anything. No one wanted to give scary warnings. Good I thought. We'll see watever happens when it comes by.

The moral of the story is that it's easy to take other people's sickness more easily than that of a loved one. We somehow believe that while someone still walks they're eternal. We forget the delicate thread that this life is bounded by. It's one tiny snap & all is gone.

Today its a relative, tomorrow it could be those closer.I'd not have thought of it till this reality struck me. Cherish those around you.Give them some time to let them know that you care.You never know which words could be the last exchanged. When all is said & done, deep down you'd not live with that regret that 'I could've done more.'

The Accident

Temporary warmth of an accidental hug

Recaptured the heart that had tried to forget

The love in vain.

The suppressed emotions resurfaced

Hope came to life

The wait started again

& It would continue...

The torment would return

The cycle would carry on

She would continue paying...

The price of the accidental meeting.

Unrequited Love

How could u change the nature of the thorn & expect it to never rend again?
How could you seek comfort when that’s something it has never been?
How could you try to forget what was never meant to be forgotten?
It was a lesson…just a lesson.
For the final time, stop this pain. There is nothing even left to feel anymore.
Wish this heart could forget everything.
It isn’t easy, it never was.
Tears of disappointment rise once & again.
None to forgive,
One to never forget.
Why had hope deserted when love decided to stay?
Why did bitterness come walking in while it still occupied the place?
Why when all went down, did it never bow out?
It's not hatred that's burning inside, it's that unrequited passion.
Die, I say.
Die, I pray.
Die, there's nothing worthy left today.

Wat ppl say bout me...

Arena (known to self and others) independent, knowledgeable, logical, mature, observant	Blind Spot (known only to others) able, adaptable, bold, brave, calm, caring, clever, complex, confident, dignified, energetic, friendly, giving, idealistic, intelligent, loving, modest, reflective, searching, self-assertive, self-conscious, sensible, sentimental, shy, sympathetic, trustworthy, warm, wise, witty
Façade (known only to self) organised	Unknown (known to nobody) accepting, cheerful, dependable, extroverted, happy, helpful, ingenious, introverted, kind, nervous, patient, powerful, proud, quiet, relaxed, religious, responsive, silly, spontaneous, tense

All Percentages

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The Long standing Question

There is usually a thought in every person's mind whether expressed or not about their existence. For some it's there as adolescents & then somehow getting into the grinding of the daily chores they forget to question things.

There are those such as I, who since the last 15years have been trying to find the meaning of life. Born with a silver spoon in the mouth, good family, great friends, good education, ample oppurtunities to grow and discover various things in life,I am as clueless as I was 20years ago. I've dug up religion. I've delved into the psyche of the human minds & read a great many books on philisophy but never to recieve an answer to the question.

People claim to have found their way. We aren't in the position to be skeptical. They are those who have found a passion or if nothing else 'contentment' in their lives.

I wasn't given the oppurtunity to live to do what my neighbor's doing or even what my brother or mother wanted to. The whole idea is that we all were created for a different purpose. Some people are there to serve others & some are there to be served. It's the way Nature has created us. It wasn't to us to question 'why humans eat the chicken & the chicken don't eat humans?' Somethings just "are".

Somethings that 'are' for some are just not for others. As the saying goes "one man's spinach is another man's poison". This makes it harder for each of us to open a different goody bag & make sense of it.

The 'meaning of life' doesn't span contentment. It's just that contentment is a playing factor in it. I talk in broad terms.

"why was life created?" The older I get the more worthless things appear. It seems that there is very little to do. Everywhere its the same thing & it surmounts to nothing valuable. I don't know what people chase. Perhaps to the man on the street, money will be of the greatest importance & to the woman without children, having a child would make life worthwhile. Aren't these materialistic things? Haven't all the religions taught to rise above them? These are the things we can't live without or have to do without but its just that "there's gotta be more to life!" Career, family, money & love can't be the beginning and the end, or are they?

Tail Of 2005

Another year gone by-time flies... perhaps memory makes us feel that way.

As far as I am Concerned this year has been of many emotional see-saws.

2005 was not exactly predicted to be a good year for me in the first place. In fact an occultist said that it would be a year of ‘no progress’ & it turned out to be true.

Despite the overall stickiness of the situation I would say that this has been a year of great emotional wealth.

There comes a point in your life when you have to take a stand for self-preservation & eradicate all the visible thorns from rending you further than they had been over the years. I wouldn’t call it ‘awakening’ because aware I had always been.

<>But this year I went through the kind of emotional turmoil that I couldn’t have even imagined-reached the peak, hit the trough then rose again. From that experience & those before it, I have found contentment in my life that I had been lacking in, until now. I have broken the chains that kept me from loving with an open heart. I no longer care for pretentious affection.

I have learnt that the person I see in the mirror is me & I dare not change my perspective about that person according to stupid opinions of others. I have found the truth & can proudly stand for my values regardless of anything.

<>I no longer need to be shy that others don’t think like me. Time has taught me great lessons & I have the courage to be who I am. I express what I desire. I may be different but I am happy being ME.

Another lesson I learnt this year is that truth always stands out. I no longer feel the need to please people only so that they may stay. They taught me the difference between fair-weather & foul-weather friends. Letting truth decide the fate, also showed me the real faces of those I thought were well-wishers. It was a mask they wore.

And the fact that my family would be the only support to me became more evident in the evaluation. I was born lucky.

Secondly I realized that it isn’t worth chasing someone who has no intentions of reciprocating. It’s only a matter of heartache on the long run.

<>Also “opposites don’t attract!” That is only in physics. Human relations are worst in that category resulting in lifelong scarring. Human bonding works on homeopathy principle:

“Like attracts like.”

Conclusion came that those who really love you will stand by you irrespective of moods or outside influences. Otherwise they aren’t worth in the first place!

Casting people aside, this has also been a depressing year on a personal growth margin. There were more teary days than those that had ever been over the years combined. Had to face the NOT-SO-ME person too & well…accept it. Circumstances like that turned up to cause distress. Fortunately it all passed.

Academically I see no great difference but hopefully from next week.

Physically, hmm…have to admit bout the realization of the fact that I have been gifted in this area without having to work for it. Praise the Lord!

Financially this had been a year of expenses. That was also because of a robbery late in the year that fell heavy on the budget.

Overall, especially the last few months went active. It was the time to settle with growing relationships in the family & how to manage them-another lesson in the emotional field.

Last but not the least; I learnt the power of blogging & the blessing of having good readers. I thought I would never get this chance. But I discovered that there are small worlds within our world & the things that give the greatest pleasure are common to us all.

I found good friends & great confidantes who further richen my emotional life. Love u all.

Happy new year everybody!!!

Stolen From Osbasso

I found this on Osbasso's blog (who had taken it yet from someone else) & wanted to see wat everyone had to say.
 I dont mind if anyone else takes it from here. In fact I would love to fill it up for someone else!
 Ok folks... here goes!
 01] I _____ Blackempress
02] Blackempress is _____.
 03] If I were alone in a room with Blackempress, I would _____.
 04] I think Blackempress should _____.
05] Blackempress needs _____.
06] I want to _____ Blackempress
07] Someday Blackempress will ___.
08]Blackempress reminds me of _____.
09] Without Blackempress _____.
10] My memories of Blackempress are _____.
11Blackempresscan be _____.
12] The worst thing about Blackempress is _____.
13] The best thing about Blackempress is _____.
 14] I am _____ with Blackempress.
15] One thing I would like to know about Blackempress is _____.
 16] Blackempress should go and _____.
17]Blackempress _____ me.

Silent Scream

I give you my trust Only to be exploited in return
I reveal my life to you Only to be criticized & degraded
I give you my honesty Only to be labeled
I give my all & you never quit taking
Now when it’s my turn
I take back my life & give you only silence.

Misunderstood

We were only trying to find each other

When we sacrificed for each other

Till circumstances forced us to part

You thought what you had to offer wasn’t good enough

So you set me free

I felt my presence not required

So in the silence, we let each other go

Now you swap your wounds with guilt

While I regret letting a beautiful friendship die.

Secret Admirer

I sit on my star in the open galaxy Breaking off pieces to throw down into your universe Wouldn’t the sparkle catch your eye?

I lay on my rose in your garden Separating the petals & letting them fall Wouldn’t the fragrance rouse your senses?

I float on the ocean Dripping droplets into your desert Wouldn’t the change give you pleasure?

I wait on the rainbow Giving small spectrums on your water & glass Wouldn’t my art attract you?

I reveal myself in your reflection Showing you the picture of a complete life Wouldn’t you ask me to stay forever?

The missing part

Hearts that beat but one day quieten down Hands that hold then simply let go Paths that meet then are swallowed by distance.
That’s our story. Your face no longer intrigues me. Your voice no longer comforts me. Your memories give no feeling. This is the fate you’ve written for yourself. Just let it go. Let it die. Leave our tale to be remembered in ambiguous words-perhaps we’d like to see it that way.
With this song I wrap up the good and the bad times with the faintest of smiles: not even a fraction of what it used to be!

Chained Up

Thank you Z00nie, Amitken, Mitz, Choas, Anand, Ty, Original Ty, Nimnolith & Wiz. It was lovely to see how u carved out the words. I was really swept by some of the works. I’m putting them up together for u all to see & comment if u like, including my own. Thanks again, love u all.


z000nie Come walk by me, laugh with me and hold my hand... {The story was finished in first sentence itself}
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  Mitz Come walk by me make me feel your inner warmth with your gentle, yet firm touch. Let the wind take us down a path unknown and show us the way to the place we know we both want to be. 
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 ty Come walk by me right when I am about to rip one so you can hear me giggle and see me give myself a pound and a what what --------------------------------------------------------------------------------

  (original ty) Come walk by me blending colors in this gray shaded mistful path, lightly warming the cold breeze of a winter morning. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Nimnolith Come walk by me... through the shadows, mist, by the edges of my sanity...if you dare... You might find this strange but dont walk beside me, cause distance for me is like the air. I´m choking in the crowds of million eyes, in the sreets of plaster filled with dead souls, clowns, human caricatures, brealy living on the real... when I think again stay away because beside me you will lose another part of you..it will die in the chaos of many subreal lifes within me...
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Anand "Come walk by me... In the miasma of ambiguity enveloping the shores Come walk by me... In the obscurity of the night bleached by moonlight Come walk by me... In the resonance of splashes of incensed waves Come walk by me... And let the night witness our fading footprints Come walk by me on the sands of life leaving the reminiscence of our existence to be washed away by the tides of time..." ..."
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Chaos Come walk by me On this meandering Path. Have we spoken to life? Today? Let’s be together On its Caribbean blue. On skies dark with dew. Come walk by me, So we can be Another world Together. Mists shall dissipate With our coming. Mists shall hide us From prying eyes. Darkness will find A true enemy In both you and me. Come walk by me, On sunbeams And moonbeams; On bubbles of love. Walk by me My heart My love My favourite Form of life!(hehe) Let me bring you joy In a world of steel Let me see your smile Behind that iron mask. Come walk with me, So we can fight The banality of this world Together. Come dearest Walk with me...
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AmitKen Come walk by me... It’s good for health. : p "come walk by me i promise we wont get into a race, there'd be no winner or loser. Can we just walk hand in hand, and try to see that horizon? Together. come walk by me."
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Wiz Come walk by me in the fields of wizdom [ps. wizdom is not my homeland or my town....or world. ( lol )] 
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  Blackempress Come walk by me Let us leave these city lights & find comfort in the arms of silence. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------

& lastly Sirbarrett Come walk by me, and lets talk about anything, as we get away from everything, while we wander through it. Come let our legs kick at a pace set by interest, interest in whatever lures you, my dear. I will lead and I will follow, sharply dive and duck. I will not tarry but listen all through the viaducts. Our minds together, and our words a song, pulling us softly through the city. Once we are through, me and you, we may need to stop walking to catch up

Tag! Ur it!

I'm gonna write the first line & I'd like you to come up with ur version of the remaining story ( can b anything..prose or poem, whatever u like. No restriction of length either. ) I'll put up the resulting works with ur names. Would love to see wat u create! Here goes: " Come walk by me..." Waiting :)

A fool’s paradise

Here I stand
Just the place where you left me
Clinging to the ghosts of your memories
Desperately seeking any amount of comfort they give
Here I shake In cold sweat of the drugs from your skin
Drained & bare of everything including dignity
No way to return to the roads that we left behind
Your presence deliberately locked me here
 I can still see your victorious smile as you walked away
So sure that you’d won & left me in chains
Here I Stand
In the chains your love bound me in
Foolishly not to escape while the chance remained
Here I stand With little but an addicted mind Intently waiting for another dose of your sweet torture

Epitaph

Here lies ...
...Someone So watch where you are going!

 Tread no more than already trodden!

 Request for electricity still unmet!

 Out to lunch! :D

Dinner at 8.00 See you when you get there!

 Don’t tread! I’ll be waiting for you at the other end

 Please respect this place -It could happen to you too.

Final time

The final folding of the clothes

I watched leaning against the doorway

Hard to believe that time had actually passed by

Did we ever meet?

How long had it been?

It felt like years & then…

Perhaps never.

I wanted to tell you that I loved you

But I knew you were aware

I would miss everything about you

I had accepted that,

At least to myself

A friendly, tearless goodbye.

Nothing left to say

Emotions stifled,

The good & bad quietly stashed away

Everything seemed vain at the instant

The truth would seep soon.

Glancing over my shoulder for the last time

At the epitome of grace, I sighed

A part I preferred leaving unnamed for so long,

Flickered like the remains of a burnt out candle.

But I blessed my stars for a wonder in my life

Having no clue of where time would leave us

I took my first step towards freedom &

My prison of silence.

The Whole Soul story

There's a big change happening & I only seek a refuge within my universe till all the walls have fallen & the storm has passed. Dreams have died & hopes are attending their funeral. All my life I called out to those I thought were around only to hear the echoes of my own voice saying "Can you help me?"

 Sometimes the sound made me sad, sometimes it left me feeling forlorn but otherwise it gave me a sense of independence. It made me realize that I was strong. It evoked the feeling of a survivor. The voice inside said: "You were made to survive. You were born to survive & so you shall!" "This is your universe for you to discover. You are free to do as you will. There is no one timing so go ahead take your time & learn whatever you can on the way. It is you alone to find your path where there is no judge except you. Let your mind be your guide."

 It was an prideful position but then insecurity decided to pay a call asking "What if I can't make it on my own? What if I lose my way or need some help? Can't I find any support?" Then the provident voice inside spoke: "Should you need someone, I'll always be here."
 I smiled knowing that I would never be alone again.

Pure Ecstasy

Silent Majesty

That’s the only word to describe the thrill that rushes through my body like electricity when I catch the glimpse of that “silent beauty”. I always fantasized standing atop the highest peak with my arms wide open to the sky & my head thrown back to feel the breeze on my face. I was in love with the rocks from the moment I saw the first person sitting on one in some photograph.

Now years older & having experienced the thrill of rock-climbing & hiking I’m still excited like an awed child looking at something fascinating for the first time. The immediate feeling is like the spirit awoken from deep down. There’s an adrenaline rush & I want to just throw a rope to the top & climb up. Strangely I get a maternal feeling from them. I feel like putting my arms around the whole of the mountain & hugging it. I want to caresse the side appearing like velvet covered with the trees & bushes. I want to dive in the cold rivers rushing through its banks. I know there’s no chance of survival with the wild rocks beneath its swooshing waves but that doesn’t stop me wanting to take a dip. They give me life even when my spirits are low. Water gives me a deep feeling. I don’t mind shivering in the chilling waves. I feel my own depth within them. I don’t know how else to say it. It calms me down. It takes away my worries. I feel at home.

The mountains with their majesty stand proud to symbolize strength & ambition. The most dangerous turns don’t scare me. Neither the bumpiest rides nor the toughest rocks make me change my mind. I want to go on & I do. The snow & wind can make me shiver but cannot bar my way. No landslide or an avalanche could scare me away. So I call it love. It’s the most remarkable feeling unlike any other. It says nothing; just quietly stands glowing in its glamour. It’s a refreshing sight to view the trees & flowing waters surrounded by different kinds of rocks. Someone with no love for adventure might tell you that “you see one mountain. You’ve seen them all.” No sir! Not to me. Every rock has its own size, color, texture & shape. Not only that they all have different values. I found pieces of limestone amongst the other rocks. I have a collection of them now that I cherish like jewels. To me they are. I could spend hours quietly admiring Nature. There’s peace in it yet not destroyed by the human hands nor selfish like the human heart.

Think

I saw this question posted on someone's blog & it set my mind in motion. I wanted to know what U thought about it: " IF u had a choice between fixing something in the past & knowing an important event from the future what would you choose?" IN my case my life would change inside-out so I'd fix a past event. What's your pick?

Fates Unknown

TODAY I await you not,

I only sit by the window reminiscing
The tender moments that fill my mind.
 Your gentle whisper caresses my ear
As I acknowledge your tale with a smile
I recall the way you lightly touched my hand
Telling me a million tales, spoken in silence.

Through the misty picture I could still trace 

The outline of your smile with my fingertips

Time has created unbridgeable distances & I wonder how much of us you’d remember & miss

I know not where you are

But like this dandelion I blow you a kiss on the wind
To float away to its fate-stranded & forgotten
Like the story of our lives.

Time lapse

I called an old friend today. There really was no need to talk. Perhaps it was a test for the mind & heart to see if the pain still lingered.

The tone continued twice, thrice then a familiar voice answered. It had taken courage to reconnect after ages. Was it good to hear the sound? Not particularly-just strange. Time already gone had its own tale. Today was a different story. There was a lot of time lapse-too much missed & neither side was willing to bridge the distance. The past was buried. Pain never mentioned. Feelings now hollow. It was just a mastery of the mind to keep extending the conversation. The will to share was gone. In reality only strangers who’d met at some cross-road: Strangers who had held & consoled each other at one time.

Age brought along its tides of change. Who’d know who we are now? We were accustomed to pretense back then; reverting back to it even now was nothing new. Charm fades & values deplete; all that remain from a life so sweet are memories- or not even those.

Love’s despair

He woke up in the middle of the night. The lamp was still on. The side of the bed was empty. He checked the time. It was 20 minutes past 1 am. He got a little worried knowing her mid-night walk habit that she hadn’t left even after her single years ended. He pulled his robe on & turned the latch. He checked the hall which was empty meaning that his parents were asleep. He carefully walked down the stairs & entered the dimly lit bar with only a single bulb lighted at the far end.

He saw her seated on the stool & sprawled across the counter. Her wrists were hanging off the edge. He got really anxious but made no hurried effort so not to wake her. He touched her sweaty hand & gently stroked her bare arm up to her shoulder. The entire limb was full of perspiration as though she’d just showered. Riverlets of sweat trickled down the border of his palm & dropped to the floor, as he halted.

She gathered her arms & straightened her head staring him right in the eye with her own blood-shot ones. He really wanted to reprimand her yet just hold her close. He understood that love hurt & he was weak as far as she was concerned. He’d suffered in love so could relate to what she was feeling then. He was jealous of the man she loved because she belonged to him, yet he was powerless. He thought that it’d taken a lot of misery for her to come down for a drink since it was against her nature to drink. Still not accustomed to it, drinking was torture for her. Despite her hatred for whisky she had gotten herself drunk.

She quietly studied his face, waiting for him to scold her & lecture her on her foolishness for loving someone who could never belong to her.

He didn’t.Instead he stepped closer & from behind cupped her face tenderly in his palm & stroke it with his thumbs.

She looked up with her innocent eyes then extended her arms around his neck. He bent down & he kissed her on the nape as she called his name in desperation. She ran her fingers through his hair & he picked her up. Partly drunk & partly broken he seemed to be a raft in a stormy weather; she was sure she had him for now & didn’t hesitate to lean on him in her misery. Throughout it’d been a story never meant to change.

Another Brick in the Wall

It is the heart’s misfortune to love. We only suffer for our own desires. No one is to be blamed for the pain we feel. It is our own inadequacy to count on people. They know not how to heal but are experts at rending. So what if there’s no hand to hold?  There may be a need for none. It’s about learning to aspire higher than human hands can carry. In self shall thee find a universe enough to get along this rusty road of life. Another bitter end is just another brick in the wall.

The Beloved's Departure

Could I hold u for just another minute? Just another moment till the stifling of this heart would cease? It's the pain that stirs it. Besides that it has no other meaning. I would not delay you. I won't hold on too long. It's just the sense of loss that makes me quiver. You shouldn't think of anything else. I have no ill-intentions. I have no other purpose. If you tell me that it's going to be alright then I might stabilize but I doubt that to be true. I want you in my life & don't know how to go on without you. I have done that for more than 2 decades now but how do you convince your heart that it can go on without someone? I just know that I love you & can't forget all that we've shared. I know that everything will work out in fact I've lived with the idea of the whole thing ending. But goodbye isn't easy. Its bitter-sweet when departure is short but on the long run its better to say nothing.

Love-at-first-sight.

Do you believe in love at first sight? Yea baby, I do. Been there! Done that! I ain’t talking about the people who look at one-fall in love (make that lust) & repeat the pattern 2000 times over again. I'm talking about that fatal attraction at the first instance that only grows into real love with time. It’s a strange sort of a click that happens in your brain.

You need to be close-just to reconfirm. Unknown kinds of forces push & pull between you till you finally give in.

It continues as you find excuses to stick together & unconsciously can't keep your eyes off this new person. You want to impress them & they do the same to you. There's a need to relate to "that" person time after time. There is the person you find your reflection so sharply in. Here before your eye is the person you want to be close to. This is the inevitable romance that your heart waited all those damned years for & it says...this is your person! Have you ever felt the tingling under the skin; the butterflies in the tummy when he or she looked your way?

Did you deep inside pray that they'd go on looking & find something as valuable in you as much as you found in them. There you stood hoping that when the time comes you’d be the lucky one who’d be picked out from the crowd.

And remember the feeling when the hand gently brushed against your arm. That rush of emotions-the deeply stirring touch that roused a thousand latent emotions! It was the delicate way the fingers moved about that made the heart skip a beat. It was in the smile & the eyes that spoke volumes without a word. It was there in the way he or she spoke or gazed.

If you recall, you know it’d happened to you whether you were the love skeptic or the romantic, you know that once in your life love held you prisoner- you were lucky!

A Stroll On the Shore

The night was cold & humid. A soft breeze blew through the city. They walked down the shore with their hands in their pockets. They enjoyed the moments they shared. The moon was high & the tides were low. The waves rolled at the shore & slide silently into the sands. The moon made the tides glitter with the light. They ambled with their gaze low. An unfaltering smile danced on their lips. For a moment they stopped & it felt like forever when she looked into his deep blue eyes. Those ocean blue eyes that appeared tired & cold were warm & aglow that night. The sea reflected in them. He smiled down at her innocent face, spell-bounded by the beauty held in them. The moon-lit eyes appeared a hazy shade of silvery-gray. The wind tossed about their hair. The moment merged the two souls into one. They became the tides & its winds; with the friendship of a lifetime & a promise of forever.

Love- Madness

I knew that this would happen. I knew that this was love from the surge of the weird desires. I knew it was a mistake to let even the thought of you seep through my senses. I didn’t think that they would sweep over & take control of all of me. I was short-sighted. There’s a miracle in your hand that cured all ails of mine. I was running around tangled in my own chains & soul searching in the ashes of memories. You took my hand & freed me. Since that time I have been a fool for you. I’ve been running from you at every corner but your shadows follow me everywhere. I tried to run at the turn of the corner but even as I turned to check if I’d lost you- there you stood right in front of my eyes. As always your smile won me over. The softness of your face always captivated me & I found myself in love again.

I knew I was sinking in quick sand & no matter how hard I tried to stay afloat I could only go down. I suppose that’s what they call love. I ain’t blind, I assure you. I know that I act absurd, but don’t all lovers know that? I worship your memories. I worship the ground beneath your feet. You look my way & I try to hide the love in vain. I am so trapped & I’m happy to be your prisoner. I’d gladly bear the torment you bestow upon me with the mere thought that you give me attention. Its crazy isn’t it?

I’ve tried to chase you from my mind but I see only you wherever I look. I search for you in my happy moments & I want to reach to you when I’m down. I am self-sufficient but where does that sufficiency go when you’re around? Why is it like wild fire when my eyes catch that unmistakable glimpse of you? You color my dreams. You trail me by the moonlight. Each song is filled with the music of your thought. Every sentence I speak is diseased with your influence. If I could erase a part of my mind I’d erase all that holds your name. But then my life would fade out like the painting with the color extracted. My life is beautiful because you are part of it. You are the object of my desire that makes me feel the love that I feel. You are my love, even if it kills me it would be the sweetest trip into eternity.

A promise I make

Language was created to convey only a minute part of the emotions. If I could reveal the depth of love I felt for you, I would’ve even torn opened my insides to show you. I lay here mercilessly vulnerable to any kind of treatment you would imply on me. Here is my life; here is my heart. If I could give you the world I would. If I could exchange every joy of mine with each sorrow of yours, I would. If you’ve ever known love, you wouldn’t know anyone as unconditional as mine. You might say that I am not practical. You say that I am dependent. I could tell you that I like being that way. Life is perfect with you there & if you’re not there, there’s no life. Life has no purpose. Maybe I’m short-sighted. But then who knows tomorrow. I know not if we might be here. I can’t promise to be alive for you, but I do promise to be with you till I exist. I would want you in my life tomorrow, the next day & the day after that but life gives no guarantees. I know that you’re in this moment with me & that means a lot to me. More than you’ll ever know perhaps.

Abstract

I've forgotten a part of me that I need to find. I Don't know where I left it. I don't know even if I had it. Did I lose it on the way or did it never exist? If I told my story, I'd still get no answer. At times the pregnant silence gets so hard to bear & these words resound in my head: "You hold the answers deep within your own mind. Consciously, you've forgotten it. That's the way the human mind works. Whenever something is too unpleasant, too shameful for us to entertain, we reject it. We erase it from our memories. But the answer is always there." (Evanescence) I don't know whats killing me inside. If someone knows, won't they tell me?

Here's Their return

About the people we call Friends

A best friend is great because you have:

• Someone who’ll listen to you almost anytime of the day, without complaining that you whine too much( otherwise You’ll say that to them on their turn)
• Someone who wouldn’t mind hearing the most disgusting things you did (even if they’re disgusted themselves-it’s gossip)
• Someone who’ll cheer you up if you’re down (so what if you’re blue, they’re in a good mood!)
• Someone who’ll be there when you need someone (hint: they want you to do the same for them)
• Someone who’ll value you for who you are (no choice, they don’t want to change either).
• Someone who’ll never really forget you, wherever they go ( If they get caught they’ll need someone dependable to bail ‘em out)
• Someone who’ll thrive in your success (of course, they get part of it too)
• Someone who’ll remember to wish you on your birthday (they don’t want to miss the party nor be forgotten on their days)
• Someone who’ll stand by your side through thick & thin (I wonder what the ‘thick’ & ‘thin’ refer to??? Must be the weight issue!)
• Someone who knows what food you like (makes sure they get that before you decide on something more expensive)
• Someone you could call in the middle of the night & tell about your gf/bf trouble( they don’t want to miss the spicy stories)
• Someone you could share any part of your life with (it’s over, they won’t have to deal with the trouble again, hopefully)
• Someone who would keep your secrets (recheck definition of secret; once said is no longer a secret plus they’re not telling you who they told!) On the brighter side, you’ll always have someone by your side. That’s great itself.

(No offense meant to anyone. My own friends are PRECIOUS to me.)

Mistake

I look at you & I see a broken dream,
I reach out to you & touch nothingness,
I think about you & my mind's only creating illusions
I hold you & experience detachment
I see your eyes & feel coldness ...................

 I look inside myself & find unrequited love
I reach into my soul to feel the emptiness
 I think of myself & rationalise the hurt
I hold myself to prevent from falling
 I see my reflection & realize my mistake.

Graveyard story

(This was the original writing, couldn't resist sharing it. I liked this better even though the other one went with the 'my immortal' lyrics better) She ambled down the graveyard with a lost expression on her face. she tried counting the reasons to live now, failing the attempt. She wanted to break down & cry but the intensity of the pain detached her from life & she felt numb; even to her own body. His agile, lithe body bounced infront of her eyes that registered nothing in the present. His sparkling eyes &wide grin lighted her own. The illusion vanished & she found herself once more in the graveyard.she turned around to have a last look at the little grave, adorned with the fresh pink flowers. Beneatht he same soil were her own joys & dreams buried. Her world that was once colorful was suddenly bleak. She entered her door & his photos surrounded her on all 4 walls. His image danced around her. Just a few hours ago he'd been running in the same halls that were now darkened. Where once he'd given her the incentive to breath & dream, was now the place where his memories haunted her.

My Immortal

I'm so tired of being here Suppressed by all my childish fears She walked along the graves, absorbed in herself-her expression, neither of sorrow nor pensive: lost. She conjured the reasons to live & couldn't come up with a single answer. And if you have to leave I wish that you would just leave She turned around to have a last look of the tiny grave topped with the fresh pink roses. Her pain was so intense that she felt numb; dead to her own body. She wanted to cry but felt her link broken with mortality; she knew she was still on the ground. 'Cause your presence still lingers here And it won't leave me alone His lithe body with his naughty grin bounced in front of her, lighting up the side of her smile. She, dwelling in the reverie managed to smile for a moment. She could hear his innocent laughter in her ears & then the illusion vanished; forcing her back to her world. These wounds won't seem to heal This pain is just too real There's just too much that time cannot erase She walked on, nothing to hold on to from the past: nothing for the future as she buried her hopes & dreams, beneath the soil of the grave. When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears And I held your hand through all of these years But you still have All of me There was no question that he was her world; her life; her song. He was the meaning. He was everything. Nothing could tear them apart-nothing except death. You used to captivate me By your resonating life Now I'm bound by the life you've left behind He had brought so much love & laughter in her life when it was falling to pieces. He had given her hope to survive when her chances were nil. He gave her strength to face her troubles & succeed. He reawakened her dreams & a whole wonderful new life. His joy revoked her own. She felt human having him in her life. Your face it haunts My once pleasant dreams Your voice it chased away All the sanity in me She entered her door to find the darkness. A few hours eariler his laughter had echoes in the halls. She'd chased him while playing. He'd ran with the roses she'd bought for someone else. Now those roses lay on his grave. His immortal soul swept across the halls. His photgraphs surrounded her, on all 4 walls. His dazzling smile & his sparkling eyes, captured & frozen for endless time. I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone But though you're still with me I've been alone all along Alone once before him, alone once again, she faced her future. She didn;t know what would become of her dreams. The only thing that seemed worthwhile was the dagger lying across the kitchen table. She promised to join him soon. She couldn't imagine her life without him, till then his memories would haunt and please-perhaps be the only company till death wouldn't either keep them apart.

Fears & Hopes

There’s a door for a new world open for me but I stand afar, frightened like a child. There are fears about what that door has behind it yet there is a strange curiosity. My mind desperately clings to the fears it had harbored since childhood of where it might lead to. With the fear comes the need to control, so try to conjure how I’d feel if I walked through. But how could I say when I don’t even know what’s there? I don’t know what I’m hoping for. I look back & there’s no other route. I stand in the middle of nowhere, unable to go back, & too afraid to step ahead. Could I be happy? Will I get everything I want or would be a lifetime of silence? No one knows my story; no one will understand what happened.

Memorable moment

I stood atop the highest peak I could find. One part of my life was over, for which I was grateful. I’d been through as much manipulation as had been loved. Sometimes miracles happen, this was one. I felt so light despite knowing that in another part of the town someone else was crying.

<>I sighed, out of relief & maybe some heartache. Nevertheless I was easy.

I opened my eyes to find the sun setting. The skies were a resplendent splash of violets, oranges & pinks- a rare combination but the most spectacular view possible. Naturally the remains of my feelings dissolved as I watched the colors merge & the darkness make its way in.

The wind blew & I let my hair loose to let them beat with the breezes. My folded arms relaxed as I put them into my pockets. My tensed face smoothed into a pensive but calm state.

The last of the scarlet reminded me of the recent fight. It was the shade of blood. We’d bled together, I recalled the way you’d seared my skin with glass in your lusty rage. It still haunted me.

The pink reminded me of my first sip of champagne, on our date-your eyes intently grazing at me while I lifted the glass to my lips.

Orange was the curtains you had put in your studio, where we’d endless photography sessions of me, followed by hours of love-making.

The seeping moonlight reminded of the white dress I wore at the last dance, the way you held me by the arms to take a look at it. How you constantly sought excuses to caress my neck with your lips! You said you loved the floral scent of my perfume. It was one of the best of times.

Black was the cloud setting on our lives now. The sky had painted the whole story in a short time. I wore black too-celebrating the funeral of our lives.

I had no regrets for it to be over. There was no going back. We’d a great time, good times as well as bad. We’d been through so much together. But it was time to abandon what only caused pain & bitterness now.

There’d be someone else for the two of us. Perhaps in another life, if we could patch up our flaws we’d survive. In this lifetime, our places weren’t together. I belonged to someone else-perhaps Nature. I had always been identified with the wind-perhaps I was. I wish you enough love that you’d make it through this life & take a bow to pursue my life in peace.

Human stain

I was temporarily working in the children’s cancer ward. I was still discovering my job as a counselor there, while noting the distress parents went through for their children & the sickness concerned. Not a great position for you to be in, when people are carrying fragile lives in their arms with pleading eyes to save the greatest treasures of their lives. No one could retain the lives Lord had decided to place into heaven quickly. It was a difficult situation nevertheless. One day a girl, more familiar to the place than me, was wheeled in. She kept crying without consolation. The entire team gathered around to tend but she wouldn’t stop, fearing that the chemotherapy would cause the hair-loss & ruined her skin etc. I listened patiently & tried to console as much as I could. I later learnt that she’d been in therapy since 3 years & had developed the cancer at the age of 12. I also learnt her name “Kanwal” meaning ‘flower’. She was from the east, perhaps Indian. She turned out to be my favorite & she started to really like me because I always went to ask her & give her time. Not trained enough in those days I didn’t understand the procedures such as the Lumbar puncture (which was to extract a little of the spinal fluid & investigate for various cells for diagnosis of the stage & type of cancer) & others. It just amazed me to see the will these patients had to hold on to life. That was when I really learnt to value all that I was blessed with. Just a doctor(actually a student in a white-coat then) going up to someone to ask how they were, to stand for 5 minutes & listen to the patient’s feelings & fears, to be there to give a hand to console for just 2 minutes meant so much to her. In those eyes I learnt what fear of dying was like. I could not extent her time on earth. I could only try to encourage her to live better in the time she was allowed. Perhaps she understood. She always felt better after talking with me. She asked for me when I wasn’t around & anticipated my visit as soon as she arrived. I reciprocated the feelings to a great extent. She taught me the value of human compassion. Then one day I hoped that she would come for a check-up so I could give her this rose I’d been saving for someone worthwhile since years. I knew she was the perfect candidate. My working period in that ward was over. Fortunately she came. She felt a bit shy at first then took it, with pleasure gleaming in her usually sad eyes-the eyes that longed to see better days. She held my hand for a few minutes & then had to be taken for her tests so I didn’t get a chance to see her again. I watched her being taken in the examination room as they made her change into a gown. Morosely I whispered a sotto-voce goodbye. I knew my voice couldn’t mange to break her heart that I wouldn’t see her again. I left the building that day, ambivalent about the situation. There was a contentment that she’d remember someone sincerely cared about her. On the other hand equally sad that I was leaving her alone with her dreams of dressing up & braids. I would never return to those gates, would never know if her dreams came true & whether she won the battle of life or surrendered to Heaven.

Original thoughts

" If one person loves you with their heart & soul, you'll find a meaning of life in it But if one person hurts you, step out & see how little the value is of one person."

 "Dont pretend to attach importance to something that doesnt have any value to u Because it may deprive the person for whom it may actually have a lot of importance."

Fallen

Your name reverberates in my head
Preventing me from living & forbidding me to die
Its caustic, flares up tormenting pain
& its sweetness lures me back into that hell.
Warning signs had done little but challenge
I chose to fall into your seductive abyss
Not knowing that its light had been consumed
& I became the permanent prisoner of darkness.
Your celestial image walks in front of my eyes
My tortured mind speaks your name in sleep & rising
These tears damn you quietly
As much as these senses cry out in longing.
There’s nothing besides this endless falling-
My cursed fate for being in love with you!

Dream Come true

A child's wish, a woman's dream...thanks to all my readers for making it come true. {the counter just crossed 1000} :) hope we enjoy all the upcoming time together. Thank you once agian. Words fall short expressing the joy & gratitude I feel .

Life After Love

(A dialouge between two girlfriends after one loses her lover)

Loneliness is a friend so easy to keep

When the hurt sinks soul-deep

The heart learns to rely on its only friend

& the mind distrusts the mortals & starts to pretend.

Mortal minds are the same only thinking alters

& when the heart is wounded trust does falter

But given time the wound heals & trust can be regained

Loneliness is no friend & only encourages to feign.

Feigning is easier than opening a wounded soul

Loneliness can make a person whole

Broken trust takes time to revive

By then the heart finds other means to survive.

Survival of the fittest comes natural to all

But the heart should learn to stand after a fall

Giving up hope is no way to live

To get the best, requires the best to give.

Hearts are prone to play silly games

A new game opens & nothing stays the same

One heart broken is one piece lost

The loss of another-the higher the cost.

The cost gets higher that’s for sure

From such skirmishes no heart is secure

But itself the heart must learn to mend

& not shatter to pieces as it usually tends.

Love lies in words but lesser in deeds

Its love that makes the heart bleeds,

A promise of love & that’s how the story goes

A new passion & that’s the end of the vow.

Everything has it’s time to go

One performance over & its time for the next show

There’s a lot to give for alittle gain

& the heart must be strong enough to learn to live again.

Dreams are for the day & tears for the night

Thrown into the pits after exalted to such heights

How could the heart then learn to trust?

When after hovering the skies it’s thrown onto the dust.

Love needs time to develop if it has to live long

Even the wings of a bird take time to grow strong

First they learn & then they fly

Similarly faith & trust grow as time goes by.

The pain of some wounds is too much concealed

It hurts the pride to know it could be revealed

It’s not instantaneous but recurs time after time

& when encountered with its source, reaches its prime.

Wounds can heal if they are exposed

Nothing can affect what is closed

There can’t be any heroes without any call

Then how can they know when there is a fall?

Why take the chance when the end is the same?

Why risk a lifetime to guilt & blame?

Arrival of the right one might take years

Is that really worth all the tears?

What are years compared to a lifetime of bliss?

Every sacrifice quashes when matched with this

Why feel sorrow or guilt if love turns out wrong?

There’ll be greater love when the right one comes along.

She

She is the dream that touches reality, Then folds inside herself again, She is the one who loves you, Her love peeks from those valentine chocholate wrapppers, She is the one who tends to the night, To make it pleasant & peaceful for you, She feels ur pain, She'll cry ur tears for u, So u can smile for her, She'll understand how u feel- You'll see her glow when you talk. She secretly guards her love for you, Pretending she doesnt know you love her. She wants another dance with you, But is too shy to ask. In that tender heart she harbors a desire, To be loved unconditionally, Only for her.

Unveiling Beauty

Dedicated to Sabs It wasn’t like it was new-had been social since long but this seemed like a suitable match. No one could deny that it was seemingly torn by conflicts, yet there was unbelievable attraction. I thought it wouldn’t last. Funny as it turned out to be that similarities were on war. It was thought-provoking. The mere notion that here was someone who appeared so different yet displayed the same colors was fascinating in itself. I spent like 22 years walking the same streets & had also met my lost twin on the way but this was far more fun. I always enjoyed deciphering difficult personalities, especially the discrepancies in nature. I had a love for discovering what people tend to conceal. I was quick to notice the qualities that were similar to mine in whoever they appeared. This was a different case. It took time. Not much of my nature to wait around for things to show. This was a case of breaking a precedent & without regret.

 It was amusing to watch different roles in one person at a particular time. Here were feet that altered grounds as smoothly as foam on the tides. I called it fluidity & when I should’ve hated MY quality exhibiting in someone else, I loved it. I would never claim to be good at playing games but I was amused by observing contestants at their crafty sport. I’ve always marveled at some people’s talents for “tackling” others. I suppose we all have that to some limit in us. I discovered depth-something I was longing for since ages. Any area I tried laying a finger on just sublimed into a multihued bubble-like mass before vanishing without a trace. The fantasy was too exciting. I wanted to touch & explore it before it drifted into thin air. I didn’t get opportunities like it too often. Anything to rouse my intrinsic qualities was inviting. I wanted so badly to know ME that I treaded into unwelcome grounds to discover it. When a mental challenge waited, it was too tempting to refuse. I had to at least try shifting things around & put the pieces in the correct order. I really wasn’t the puzzle person but nevertheless could at least conjure the type of piece that’d fit, if not the real thing. I’d use any means to get my answers which could be anything from my imagination or music to philosophy. I’ve always believed that every lock has a key. If there shall exist one, I should get it. Pretty adamant attitude don’t you think? Surely one you’d admire to know. Just the unlocking was exhilarating & became far more rewarding if consisted of some gems. It wasn’t that behind every lock there was a treasure; at times it consisted of aged soot. The experience was crushing. But some locks held treasures beyond imagination. I knew the secret of life-treasures were well guarded. Remember the pearl shell, the butterfly’s cocoon or the diamond in the ore, even the rainbow was covered by clouds. The greatest beauty was always hidden. I learnt that early. I, being of vivid imagination longed for fancy. I couldn’t blame myself for being in love with the obscure. I’d already had an affair with “touch me & I’ll disappear”, it was unlikely that I’d miss the chance to date “touch me but you can’t”. I could see solid feet but never knew how well they’d transform. My dreams came true. Illusions in real life! Someone prevent me from falling in love! I’d been pathetic at resisting temptation.

I wanted a prospect to learn how to hold the intangible. Impossible was a word I’d removed from my lexicon. So it was a challenge dancing before my eyes. No matter how hard I tried to resist, it haunted me. I was starving for glory. I needed it now, more than ever. I couldn’t avert my eyes from something so rare. Uniqueness was another one of my weaknesses including originality. Wild horses wouldn’t have driven me away from this situation. I had to just learn to hold on long enough to see beyond the film of colors. The assignment required patience & skill. To exacerbate the task the entire scene witnessed a performance of various transformations. A mesmerizing show indeed, but equally perplexing. The thrill remained. Slowly consistent efforts started producing results. One by one the colors separated & became comprehensive, yet some continued to blend & alter. I watched in awe, enjoying each entity as it deserved-some more some less. I was delighted at my discovery & proud of myself for taking the time.

 Some things are well worth waiting for. This was one of them. Life is full of amazing discoveries. Who’s really expecting to come across such lovely creatures when they dive into those deep oceans? It’s spell-binding the things they find thousands of feet away from the human eye. It’s not that they hit upon something valuable every time. They do return disappointed too. So with effort, discovery & disappointments are a part of life. I’d my share of that in the past. My imagination didn’t result in regret, which was creditable for me. I had high hopes & didn’t fancy letting them shatter to the ground. I consider myself lucky for being given this opportunity. For once I not only found an interesting pursuit but it’d been a time of training as well as learning. There are lessons to learn from all that we come across. I made the most of what I’d been granted. It was one of those walks of life that I’d remember & always cherish. It was a time well-spent. Strolling along the road I lifted my face to behold an attractive soul. I witnessed an indefinable beauty that transcended physical measures, by simply looking into a face of a woman.

The Promise

Silence echoes within these walls.Between each echo I try to call your name. My lips part to speak but no words come. How could it? I do not know your name yet. There’s a halo of emotions surrounding me. There’s hollowness within. I want to bridge the distance keeping me apart from myself. Through prayers yet unanswered I await your arrival. I do not know your face but instinctually I will know it’s you. The aura of the purest love would suffice.
There’s so much the mind has suppressed to avoid pain. Mine’s the faces that change constantly to hide from strangers-The masks I choose to protect myself. You dwell in my soul & your thoughts vitalize me. I’m a prisoner, till your love would release me. Only time keeps us apart.
I can feel you, Within these shadows, You've given me feelers for love. Every entity mirrors your existence, It’s your presence that colors these skies above. Life would glow in its hues when your soul joins mine. I heard you swear, Then I swore too, Ours is a promise of many lifetimes.

A Point In Time

So much gone but the best is yet to come... I'm waiting for another rainbow to smile on, I'm searching for another star to wish upon, I'm looking for another mountian to climb, I'm questing for another ocean to dive, I'm awaiting another wind to ride, I'm standing at the crossroads of my life.

The Everlasting Dance

(Man) There you go stealing my heart away
Leaving me stranded with this feeling within
Here I’m restless & you’ll never know why
You don’t even see me as you walk on by.

  (Woman) In a thousand faces I’ve searched for you 
Looking for love that’s lasting & true
 But all I see are stranger’s faces 
You disappear without leaving your traces. 

I want to live through magic for a while
Dance with the beauty with the dazzling smile
 I want a moment in the final dance
Young Belle, hold me in your trance!

  I’ve dreamt of this night a million times 
I’ve practiced every syllable & every rhyme 
At times I feel some feet on the ground
 But there are only strangers when I turn around! 

What’s this deadly game that you play?
Your smile steals my heart away
Look my way just one time
I’ve waited all my life to call you mine.

Am I dreaming or are you flesh & bone? 
That look was my imagination, I could’ve sworn 
You’re dancing there so carefree 
I can’t believe that you’re smiling at me! 

I’ll deny the world for a dance with you
You’re the brightest rose amongst the chosen few
An amazing beauty walking with such grace
A heavenly goddess from another place.

  Is that affection I see?
 Or is my mind playing tricks on me? 
I can feel some feet on the ground I love this feeling of being held spell-bound! 

How do I present myself to this creature so fair?
There must be something special to invite her near
I want the final dance or I’ll never be content
Give me a chance, just for a moment.

  Handsomer than ever you stand afar 
Fulfillment of a fantasy is what you are 
Surely there haven’t been such intensified charms 
But why are there ever changing partners in your arms? 

So finally you look my way
Your beauty numbs me with nothing to say
I wish I could tell you the way I feel
You must be an angel or something unreal.

  I wanted this moment as I never did before
 Make this dance everlasting & I’d ask for nothing more 
Let it be no one else when the music comes to an end 
I’ll be your partner, your ever cherished friend. 

I’ve waited for this moment as long as I could remember
 A sincere heart & a love so tender
The music will play as long as you dare & this dance will last forever as long as you are there.

Lifting The Curtain

She’s the magician, the hidden beauty, flowing gracefully out of the dark alley with a stream of pale light behind her. She’s cloaked in black with her face hooded & lowered. She steps silently like air. She has no voice. Her throat partially displays an adornment of gold that symbolizes that she can afford luxuries. Every inch of her redefines elegance. Her hands are her only feature allowed to be viewed.
She’s not the dark maiden that she’s mistaken for, by her name. Her fair fingers are long & somewhat pointed at the top. Her long nails are glowing white, untouched by the modern paints. She holds her hand between the fingers & thumb of the other-gently & gracefully like descending fog. She leaves the alley to her black stallion awaiting her with the long, shiny black mane, a creature like her self-sturdy & grand.

She’s gentle, natural & detached possessing the knowledge unshared by others. She knows the world but the world knows her not. . She is a symbol of beauty, elegance& mystery; the keeper of secrets; the holder of mystical powers. She’s the mistress of darkness as she mounts her stallion & rides off into the unknown, softly like the breeze, as quietly as she came. After all she was only half mortal & half shadow!

A Love Story

<>They say that I’m in love & I deny. What do you expect me to do? They really don’t see things through my eyes. Love is bout giving & receiving-one-sided encounters are crushes or the sort. How many is a different situation.

My destiny is still unknown; my path is vague as possible. I don’t know for what I’m headed. I haven’t prepared for anything. I just go with the flow. I don’t even know how I’d get there or for that fact anywhere. I enjoy the encounters & grow with the experience. How could I be in love with anyone or anything in particular?

I’m in love with life & all the creatures of this world. I salute the ground I walk on & seek shelter from the skies. The good things in my life are the rainbow & the inspiring people the stars of the night.

That is my love story.