Gone are those days

Time flies away like cool breeze on a summer morning
Noone waits to stop and care about the chirpy greetings
Through the years of scented textbook pages, I start to think
Memories a basket full and nostalgic essence in cakes
Standing unstable on the fair basketball ground
Dreams and bottles of soda fizz around the corner call
Reality and sensibility too lost in self centered halls
Everything rushes back to me, gets me lost in all
Those giggles and laughs as the hottie walks by
Echo in empty rooms too full of benches and chalks
The reasons of trivial debating lie upon the sidewalk
Reminding me of the quarelles over candies or chocobars
The crushes innumerable and wondrous first loves
Making my day by the passing by smiles
Hot chocolate fumes and cookies complementary
From the amie who ruined her test all over again
'Chan Chan' of the payal and 'khan khan' of the kangan
The graceful dancer takes over the stage
Winning hearts of the hundreds who are watching
Orators at the their best levels of rhetoric
MUNers with their hats of diplomacy
Together relish the times of debate
Time flies away like cool breeze on a summer morning
And I stop and care about the world moving in retrograde

Escape

Tonight, let the moon light up the sky
Let beauty grow into hearts and minds
Let us crave for a nowhere-no-mans land
And bury our thoughts in shadows dark

Let us run away to the mountains high
And sing in our heads the hymns of life
Let us go in search of nature wild
And risk our lives to joy of a free-fall

All the ego and all the pride,
All the greed just be left behind
Let us live and breathe a life of no care
And know the answers to the love unspoken

Let the echos of rivers be bold and the best
And the beauty of being conquer the quest
Let the truth untold be repeated again
And imperfection be the lesson taught

Let us realise that life is not a race
And let go of everything held on to
Let us let the images of fantasies flash
And sit back and relax, as life passes away slowly.....

The lesson she learnt

Laughter of the Gothic wannabes

Wearing smiles of fake trust

And bearing words of no interest

Catch the attention of drunk lil' brats

Who are dressed in tuxedos for the party night

Lightening the mood with tequila shots

These teenagers walk into the crowd

Recognized by those who lost themselves

And appreciated for the shoes they didn't wear

Surrounded by these phony teens

One of them just took it in

Sick of parties with all pretense

Makes her way out to the streetlight, hence

Sitting on the footpath, dressed like a slut

She curses and cries and kicks her shoes off

Flashbacks of when she enjoyed this stuff

Hit her then with hot black tears

Spoiling her made up, painted face

Drops of innocence rolled down her cheek

The shadow of hers was crumpled in pain

And her eyes red, as she looked down the lane

Never did she want this to happen

Never did she want to be so artificial!

But alas! It had happened

And it happened so quick

That escaping it, was impossible

All she did then, was cry like a child

And all her hope and cheer she saw

Thrust into a garbage can...

Moments of Desire

Kisses of roses on her delicate cheeks
Swirls of laughter under the mauve clouds
Two cups of coffee perfecting the mood
With pointless talks about beauty and the fall
Sun burnt skin lay upon the armrest
Stolen glances and beautiful smiles
Glitters and sparkles of dreams on the moon
Mouthwatering delicacies of a favorite afternoon
Dim florecent lights across the roads
Stared at with hope and glow
Cherishing every moment of it
The silence in their hearts overcome
As the mood of cheer and pomp slowed
The endless laughter took its giant leap
To the graceful movements of the leaves..
So the pages of life flew across them
As perfection of being was realised......

The beginning of a bad time..

Do you believe in signs? Do you believe that the happening of something, will obviously result to another happening? I believe in signs. I think that a slight indication to what is going to happen, is always there. Some of us may put a deaf ear to it, the others might be really observant. When the rain comes, with it comes the thunder. I always feel that the thunder is a bad omen, which brings in bad times. The thunder outside makes my windows tremor and I sit in the same place and evaluate what possibly could go wrong. The last time I heard a thunder, a few days ago, I couldn't sleep the whole night. All I thought of is the thunder, and what bad news it would possibly get for me. The next day when I woke up(I do not remember when I fell asleep), I heard my grandmother say that there was a robbery in the neighbours' house and also in the opposite building. When I hear the sky brutally scream, I believe that a bad time is going to come.. what will it be? I know not. I am still waiting...

I like butterflies

I have never dared to touch any animal. All throughout my life, I have been running away from them. I'm not fond of them, I don't hate them. They are just very different from me. But to think of it, isn't another person also different from me? Very different. Then why do I put up with another human being, but not a cute domestic animal? I don't know. I still don't dare to touch them. But i just realised that I actually like butterflies. Maybe because of their vivid shades and hues. Maybe because they can fly and I can't. Yes, it is because they can fly and I can't. Whoever says airplanes have made flying possible are wrong. I don't fly, the plane flies. And I am in the plane. So I am not specifically flying. This is very random. Thank you for reading, I just wanted to see how good I was at writing prose.  

Unquenched

There's always been a feeling,
Of suffocation and pain,
Of the never ending story,
Of the restless heartbreak..

I stand by the door, waiting,
For him to come, and bow,
To serenade and love,
And ride away into the unknown..

But cloaked in red, he never comes,
The tragedy of distance, never known,
"The gap!" I scream, but unheard,
My life is taking a new turn!

A part of me is lost, I know not where,
In depth of valleys, please search,
Beyond the green plains, just watch,
You might find it there, untouched.

I feel the emptiness, O Lord!
Endow me with the strength,
For the pain I need to bear,
For the love which is unfair,
Faith is dying, in me now,
I need an angel, need a crown..

Somethings don't change, I believe,
The Love I have, will never,
For him, I bear in my heart,
"Forever, it is.", I hear myself,
"Forever, it is.", I repeat,
Look up into the sky, and speak,
"Wherever you are", I say,
"I am here, still waiting for you."

I still stand, but now by the window,
I don't wait, but look out and see
Those others standing, and wanting,
"Fools!", I call them, and turn,
I look into the mirror, and know,
The tears of theirs, are real,
The pain I felt, still lies,
Buried deep, it is though,
I understand their life..

A life of desire,
A life of love,
A life of denial,
And a life..
Of a thirst unquenched..

Broken dreams

Shatters in silence,

Dies in solidarity,

Falls and disappears,

But scars for a lifetime..

No one knows,

When you cry,

It pains a lot,

And you die,

A little more,

Every time it happens,

A little more,

Every time it dies..

Holding on,

To something,

So strongly,

But it goes away,

And leaves nothing behind..

You weep,

You whine,

You seek,

You feel weak,

But once it's gone,

It's gone forever..

A dream broken once,

Is broken forever.....