Some more scribbles - Elusive Silence

Tears slip by

slowly stepping down

the cheek

time is no longer day, month or year,

dates drowned in the past,

moments which used to excite

have lost their worth

memories hurt

evoking a million feelings

anguish, fear, betrayal

and then

subside like a wave,

eyes gazing far

trying to hide

flaring thoughts

voices murmur, clash, clutter inside

words said unsaid,

questions, regrets

pain like a vast desert

touches horizon

where shall I run?

peace is a mirage

a picture incomplete

in a cracked mirror

deluded, confused;

outside

silence prevails

terse, calm, misunderstood

somewhere

deep inside

silence is a flattering illusion.

My Priced Possession

A true friend is someone I have always longed for. And it was during one of those lonely moments, I found solace in poetry.

I take immense pleasure in letting my emotions out through words that find a secret, sacred place in my poetry notebook. I dream my dreams here, I vent my anger here, I shed my tears here, I smile my smiles here, and I pen down my words of wisdom here.

As I flip through it’s pages, I realize how much I have endured in life and how much I have enjoyed. The stained memories of failures and successes have been captured here for eternity.

To me, it is more than just a bunch of papers. It has taught me to be my own friend, it has helped me explore my inner self,and it has enabled me to make a verse out of every worse situation.

So it remains, till date, to be my most priced possession.

Best Friend

To pamper me with smiles,
was your vow.
To shower me with happiness,
was your pledge.
To overwhelm me with joy,
was your word of honor.
To delight me with bliss,
was your assurance.
To indulge me in ecstasy,
was your oath.
Rescue me, my love,
before the next drop of tear trickles down.

Dedicated to my closest friend !!

What do i call it.. Insomnia??!!??

Y such a restless feeling, unable to sleep inspite of reading, painting, running... tried every possible thing...body not reacting to anything... except being stubborn and keeping eyes wide awake.

So wide awake, writing my 2nd blog for the day.. sigh*

Dreaming a make believe life,
based on that i feel hopeful
and it would take in a shape
and breathe a life.

Talked, Thought and even Covertly wrote about it.
Just made me get obsessed as if it was everything to me...

To some unfortunates,
life's a nightmare, and dreams are merely dreams....
Its been soo long and only now do i realize am unfortunate, shattered, disconsolate and maybe even heartbroken....

It’s 0106 hrs....
I refuse to sleep,
for fear of dreaming

(i just re-read my blog.. i am sure its all over the place... well i guess its a typical rant...!! )

I am bored!!!

I'm bored...

Gimme just one day.... just one day... to live my life.. just for myself...

I'm bored of living for others, doing things for others, being sweet and caring, being responsible and true, being hypocritical (that i'm a happy-go-lucky-gal) and dreamy... all that crap that doused my desires to be what I want to be....

this is not the place where I want to be... this is not my world.... just looking for the curtains to come down.. elegantly-yet-quickly... and that night... i will celebrate life!

I wrote this poem with something itching my mind, the poem is as broken as my thought process, but as I was getting closer to the end (if I can call it so), I couldn't tolerate the dampness any further...!

(Poem Begins)

I woke up today,
If not for a beautiful day,
Just survived, I must say.
Tomorrow, I will wake up, not a new me,
But will let the day be,
Will pray, to wait and see.
With the morning cuddles in bed, when it is cold,
Last-night-sweet-nothings in memories to hold
Let just another brand new day unfold.
Another day comes, will I wake up?
Will the monotony, with me, break up?
Will this gloom move away? Will I let myself cheer up?
I see a dream coming near,
I take each step with tears and fear,
A new day will dawn, I hope, would be beautifully clear.
A broken poem this is,
I know, this game is all His,
End of the day, all I ask is the Bliss.
I might continue this poem, on and on,
Even after all the people around me are gone...

(Poem Forcibly Ends)

I luv u Jells, Bindu, Gogo, Shiznet & Ponchito...U guys are why am still wat i am....!!

Deeply D....

Am engulfed in this world of darkness,
the beaming lights seeming like a distant brume.

Silence is all that I can hear,
the encircling noises becoming mute spectators.

This world of mine comes to a shocking halt,
mindless to the movements around.

I am here deluging in tears,
but my smile giving me a deceptive outlook.

My heart grows heavy,
stubborn to pay no attention to the lighter side of life.

The friend I had in my solitude,
turns away, disguised as loneliness,
the people around fading into insignificance.