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A Grieving Traveler

I sat in a train again Without you... I sat with pain again Without you.. I wish you were there I wish to get back your stare I wish to share some words How I wished to look out of the window the same way as yesterday.. This journey that I start again Without you... This journey that I pause more often Without you... As there is no one to put a hand on My shoulder of disdain.. As there is no one to just make a  Harmless gesture of being insane.. How I wished to sip that cup of tea with a relentless life beyond the sea waiting to be free.. *Dedicated to my mom as she shares her feeling of loneliness after my dad passed away last year. They both used to love traveling together... * picture courtesy the author while she captures this on her train ride to  Carlisle, PA.

HeartBreak

The night filled with stars as I stalked the silver moon with all my talking..
Caught those angelic eyes on the sidewalk which for a moment blinked as I kept walking.

The earth beneath went upside down where I stood smiling hiding my frown..
That day was worth remembering as the eyes invented an invisible crown.

A deep breath pure in stature making a warm sheath with infinite moments of caricature..
The Smile right in front gives you more than when it's with you..
Addiction is annoying but the way it happens it's without you knowing.


And Here I am Now...

The chilly wind held me tight as my heart had tripped over..
Standing there while he has gone forever...
Drifting apart falling down under,
Courageous when you are the one to surrender..


Dragged myself past the same sidewalk..
As my eyes had stopped searching anymore whatever it was. had left me feeling sore..
Fighting the clouds as I felt despised with the drops touching me..
Wiping as I couldn't stop getting wet all over my face..
For destiny had already defined its way to end the chase..

Living in an illusion is where everyone's heart dwells..
The mind plays its games so running towards darkness is lame..

There is a river to swallow along with a mud pit to wallow..
Others will get chosen over you..
While you stare long enough to be tired of thinking what if it was you..
Opening the door to scornful laughter as you comfort your heart to cease pain.

There is no truth in love ..
What you feel Lies ...When You Tighten the grip It Defies...

The last puff when you quit smoking 
should be enough to last a lifetime sparing you remorse and eternal choking..


It is the Emotions which makes the roaring Noise...
But The Heart Breaks With Poise...





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