The Song in my Heart

It had been hard.
Many obstacles faced,
Many boulders rolled,
Many hailstorms hurt.
The journey was a hard one.
My life was a frayed end of a string;
Things took a turn for the worse,
Then you came along...

A little flame on a cotton wick
In a lamp,
Braved the bellowing wind of insecurity.
A torch went aflame,
Igniting with it a long-lost passion,
Feeding a lonely soul with love.

The flow of feelings,
The muddling up of thoughts,
The mixing up of words,
An experience of a life never lived before,
An experience of a life with love in it,
Where the heart is the king,
The ruler till eternity,
The keeper of hushed whispers
Shared in the dead of the night,
The protector of the feelings
Aroused time and again
By the sweet verses recited,
The preserver of the promises
That can never be broken.

All that was harsh and brittle,
All that was rude and untrue,
Have no meaning in my life anymore,
They have no purpose to serve.
With you by my side, my love,
I am sure to conquer the world.

This feeling of heavenly bliss,
So new to my soul;
Makes me shudder at times,
With every gentle touch;
On an unknown part of me
That I never knew existed.
Which I am being shown
By your faith in me,
By your love for me.
The time that would have been
Had circumstances differed,
Would signify a barren land,
With no life or beauty.
Satisfaction and content
Are being shown to me now,
With the knowledge,
That you are around,
My friend, my love...
My Shadow.

-Me

Garfield (for those with a low I.Q.)

Dunno why did I put this...not in my right mind I suppose
Please ignore and continue with your work, I am sure you have more important things to go through :P

Acting out of Impulse

I was sad
I was lonely
It was then when I first met you.
When I needed a shoulder to cry on
You readily provided yours;
I needed a crutch to rest my wounded leg
You happily became one.
How was I to know...
How was I to know
That you walked
On an entirely different path
Although running parallel to mine,
It led to a different destination altogether.
I needed you in the beginning
You provided me with
Everything you had.
Now I want you to be mine
And I sadly realize,
That you can never be mine;
You have and will always belong
To that someone special in your heart.
I remain a mere acquaintance
In this journey you have embarked on.
To you...
I was one of a kind,
And yet unable to touch your heart.
To you...
I have always seemed
Childish, cute, immature.
To you...
I will always remain
The friend you chanced upon once.
But to me...
You have been a guiding light;
A regenerator of my dead spirit.
You have evoked in me the compassion
I had thought was gone forever.
You have shown me happiness,
You filled my life with colours,
Your single touch was warm enough,
To make my heart flutter...

I heave a sad sigh,
As I realize
How wrong it was on my part
To keep to myself, most selfishly,
The most precious friend ever!

-Me

Re-birth

I lie deep beneath the land
Waiting since time immemorial;
Witnessing evolution impose itself,
Segregating the cunning from the innocent,
Deep within a fiery pit
Lying in the brightest form,
Trapped.
I shift, I wrestle; I suffocate.
My countless efforts
Create tremors of destruction
And yet, progress is unbound;
Development is the only way.
Dormancy needn't be ignorance,
Just a way of collecting thoughts,
Another attempt at concentration
And restoration of energy.
No more shifts, no more wrestling,
This coop can bar me no more!
As always, my time will come,
When history will repeat itself,
When development will melt
In the heat of my mirth.
Failure has left no room in me,
Only success can cleanse me now.
Destruction of my ill-wishers,
Reduction of ignorant by-standers,
Redemption of all hopes on me.
I will come alive now,
To make a new beginning,
To claim what is mine
My freedom, my liberty.

-Me

My Black Ink Pen

A dull sky above
A breath of exhilaration
With the wind in my hair
And a heart beating fast...
A friendly exchange of words,
Our first meet.
Dreams soaring high
Uneventful and yet intertwined lives.
Poetic significance furthered,
Rhythmic sequences spread around,
Satisfaction unbound.
An unending journey,
To a destination unknown...
The only insight to my life,
Records of umpteen memories,
Fulfilling only one purpose
Of stringing beads of words
Into sentences of purity;
To write a story of a little body
With a tiny mind,
And a small world,
Revolving around
Scores of strings of deformed phrases.
Unfinished verses, unknown faces,
And yet a sure path.
With the smell of power, of liberty...
The only obstacle, a pause;
A chaos filled mind, and yet,
An orderly summary...
An abridged dream,
Unfulfilled desire of the heart.
Mixed up words,
Sentences don't make sense anymore;
All that remains is
An unspoken story
Of a little body, with a tiny mind
Living in a small world;
With a new sharpness,
And corrections forming history;
Where errors have no role to play.
The only rhythm is
The heart beating fast
At this entwining of destinies
And the wind blowing fast...
Thus lies the power in
My black ink pen.

-Me

____________________________________________________________________
To,
A young brother

All this mystery of a kind can say is...Congratulations!!

From,
A vampire, who lived through what you experience now.
____________________________________________________________________

Too Young, yet, Too Old

We sat in the mud
We played by the stones
We danced in the rain
With happiness nobody owns.

It makes me wonder then
What caused our separation?
Did we drown in our miseries...

And forget the world in desperation?

We are far apart now
Too far away to come close again.
There is no turning back now...
No more dancing in the rain.

It takes a strong effort
To live in what is called the PRESENT
It remains a game of logic though
And for logic alone it is meant.

I preach not
About forgetting the past
For, ever instance is a lesson
Its up to you to make it last.

There are stones in the path
There are gates barring the way
Let's keep the goal in mind throughout
A goal we will achieve someday.

A trial is always a must
To renew broken connections
An attempt is always worth
The watch, the wait, the tension.

Look for no morals here
For you may find none
Listen to your heart beating
For it beats for some.

If we were to know our purpose
Life would not be a path
Experience would not teach
There would be no WRATH.

-Me