Black Hearted

You have always been there for me
Through every bloody tear
You have always been there for me
And told me not to fear

But my heart has not been open to you
You do not know that I laugh so I do not cry
You don't know how black my heart has gone
Me, myself, and heart are bound to die

If I opened my heart to you
And told you me secrets in dispare
If I left my heart wide open
Would you turn your head, or would you care

Which is why my heart is forever enraptured
Within the bounds of my bone
I lay my broken heart down
On that black pillow that is my sole
You have always been there for me
Through every bloody tear
Will you still be there
When I tell you what i really fear.

Ask my Pen and it'll let you see Me.

Ask my pen
And it will let you read
Truths about me and all my deed

Ask my pen
And it will let you hear
Unspoken thoughts behind my tear

Ask my pen
And it will let you feel
Pains in failure that am trying to heal

Ask my pen
And it will let you see
A fragile man within the invicible me

Ask my pen
And it will let you taste
Moments of happiness that run in haste

Ask my pen
And it will let you know
My hopes and dreams that are yet to come true

Ask my pen
And it will let you learn
My life, my all, written by my best friend...Pen..!

Strength from Generation before.

My father once said to me,

"He who makes himself a sheep,
will be eaten by the wolves."
And so my strength I learned to keep.

My father's father once said to me
"Storms make trees take deeper roots."
So I learned to be a tree.
And strength was in my boots.

My mother once said to me,
"Strength is Ingenuity my dear,
Be ready to change to times."
And so I was strongly sincere
And flexible (unlike a tree) were my rhymes.

My mother's mother once said to me,
"Strength comes from inside my love,
You must find your own source."
And it felt like strength came from above
But my confusion was enforced.
Generations had shared their knowledge
On how to be strong
"Don't bare your feelings"
"Wait out the storms"
"Be flexible"
"Find strength in who you are."

I sat and pondered the contradictions
And found that they were all true.
I found my strength within my family
And like them I became strong too.

A Stubborn Dreamer or a Warrior of Life?

Walking alone on a troubled path
Is a young man with a dream
He longs for a world he cannot find
He knows things aren't what they seem.

But still he clings to a treasured hope
That someday his dream will come true
He struggles with his unseen demons
Because he doesn't know what else to do.

This young man reaches out for comfort
But all he finds is another new pain
He tries hard to join the world around him
And fears he is no longer sane.

Sometimes he sees a glimmer
Perhaps a glimpse of his goal
But each time he runs to it
He finds yet another woe.

He is a dreamer, forever searching
For that fantasy that he holds so dear
He will not cease until he finds it
Always enduring the pain and fear.

Someday his journey will be over
His destination he may never see
But I know he will never give up
Because the lonely hopeful dreamer is ME.

Evanescence

I want to fly to the world of dreams,
Where everything is what it seems.
No hypocritical appearances, no sweetened lies,
The essence of everything is naked to the eye.

The faces are unmasked,
Transparency seizes the day.
Genuineness has the upper hand,
Hypocrisy is kept at bay.

I want to fly to the world of my imagination,
Unpenetrated by bitter reality, reached by thought.
The heaven that exists in my mind,
The product of dreams unsought.

Pray, take me to the world of my dreams,
Forget me there forever more.
Myself awaits my own arrival there in anticipation,
I still have much in me to explore.

I want to fly to the place where purity reigns,
Where fairness does not come at too high a price.
Impulsiveness would not be a regret,
I would not have to think twice.

I want to fly to the world of dreams,
Where everything is precisely what it seems.
Take me there and please forget me forever more,
For i have far much in me i'd like to explore.

Rainbows don't fade

Have a road ahead of me

that i know will hurt

a road full of obstacles and Pain

I know I'll fall in puddles of dirt

know I'll stall,

there's bumps along the way,

know that I'll crash,

all the while inside, I'll pray

I Know the colors of my rainbow

at some point are gonna fade

my colors will be gone,my days will be Grey

I'll wait for the sun to shine yellow

like the daffodils in spring

I'll wait for the daisies to bloom

along with the smiles they bring

and one day I'll look back,

as i walk away.

one day I'll realize,

that it will be OK

My rainbows won't be colorless

And everything will Get better

Life is black and white now

But it can't be that way forever

I am what today is!!

None of us can be in the present and the past at the same time, not even when we try to understand the things that happen to us. Close the door... change the song ... clean the house. Stop being who you WERE, become who you ARE NOW!!!

Mirage or Life?

You were my moon
until you stopped coming to my sky
you were the sun
to make it rise
You were the wind
that shifted autumn leaves
And the deep blue ocean
but now you're like flotsam
floating debris, floating from me

Everything that i wanted
was always in you
I could never see myself
anyone else but with you
You were everything
that i dreamt and more
But now i see you're long gone.

Stupid Memories and what ifs....

To the most cherished person in my life:

 

"You taught me how to be strong, to always hold on and to cherish those happy memories as long as I shall live; the one thing that you never taught me was - how to live without you!"

hmmmmm... Interesting!!

On Children - Kahlil Gibran

Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.

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