Have you ever awoken from a nightmare?
Smiled and thought it was only a dream,
But then everything seemed to be a lie,
You wish and wish again,
For it to end,
Glimpses of that night flash you by…
It was all real, and you were right there,
Watching every nightmare of yours come true,
You were right there, witnessing it all through,
Never imagined in your wildest thoughts,
Your head hurts, as if it was filled with clots.
I thought of you as different, thought you would at least care,
But you did leave me all alone, in the cold,
And pretend like I was never there.
I thought we’d dance the night away,
Would be my craziest night,
As fire crackers would burn the sky,
But when I looked up, I saw no sign of light.
I wondered and looked into the blur of people,
Would I ever find myself, I was scared,
I found you dancing, with her again,
That night I sat all alone,
Silently screaming, as the music blared. .
Those looks, those words,
My fears I met,
Uncomfortable gestures,
That night I’ll never forget.
I was lonely, I wanted to cry,
I was frustrated, I wanted to die,
But I was numb, I couldn’t react
I don’t know why,
I think it was the cold,
Or was it everything that night,
My mind wanted to unfold.
The music grew louder, but I just dint feel the beat,
I wanted to be protected; I wanted to feel the heat,
And I can’t believe, that I thought all along,
I trusted you, but I was so wrong.
That night I lost all respect all faith in you,
I was weak, but getting stronger,
That night went on, so did you,
But I couldn’t wait any longer.
You promised you’d always be there,
You promised to always care.
You made everything sound so real, it was magical,
You were the one I need, my savior
But that night and your behavior,
Proved that you were just like the rest,
The feeling that burnt through my chest,
Made my heart beat faster and slower,
And skip a beat,
I never wanted to hear from you again,
I never wanted to meet.
That night so many more questions ran through my head,
And answers too, I was sad but instead,
I smiled, all black seemed white,
As I continued to watch you sway into that night…..
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
SUNBEAMS~~
I step into a world of chaos.
A world where ignorance is no bliss.
A world which is so involved in its beastly activities,
That it’s forgotten beauty amiss.
Where every action speaks of a motive,
Where every smile is to be thought upon,
Where in every corner lurk angels in disguise,
They only lurk, no matter someone’s night, someone’s dawn.
Where a lie is the golden key,
A lover, only fantasy,
The depth of love infatuation.
There’s no real love, only hypocrisy,
Where to embrace sorrow there’s drama of celebration.
Drama, drama the whole world is lost,
In cheap imitations of the east, the west,
No vigor in the heart, no true belonging,
A traitor. Wild protest.
People come and people go,
Such important things are left to blow,
Along with the wind, no remorse within,
The fire is put out, somewhere below.
Love songs and surprises are old fashioned,
A first kiss and spent nights over rated,
There are arguments and friends that despise
You for reasons, that stand belated.
Where an eye for an eye,
Would make the whole world blind,
Is followed religiously, blindly,
The teachings of our fore father’s who now rest, curled.
They died thinking they had finally changed the world.
Extremism and weather is at its high,
Security and comfort at its lows,
Where blood is the language of love we speak,
coffins laid under pretty little bows.
Millions of people die everyday,
We blame our guilty tears on destiny,
Millions of people soon loose their way,
We blame our guilty minds on mutiny.
In a world where we follow
Endless dark chambers,
Even a faint spark is quenched,
By the coldness, the weakness,
No warmth held, all desires felled,
Even the deep desires.
A world where strangers are kept close to the heart,
And loved ones kept as far,
We mourn our loss, we only then understand,
The worth of the passing hour.
When nightmares
Comfort more than dreams,
as we acquire less of pain
when nightmares are broken,
falling of the sun beams,
that lighten my face,
every morn I’m quietly awoken.
A world where ignorance is no bliss.
A world which is so involved in its beastly activities,
That it’s forgotten beauty amiss.
Where every action speaks of a motive,
Where every smile is to be thought upon,
Where in every corner lurk angels in disguise,
They only lurk, no matter someone’s night, someone’s dawn.
Where a lie is the golden key,
A lover, only fantasy,
The depth of love infatuation.
There’s no real love, only hypocrisy,
Where to embrace sorrow there’s drama of celebration.
Drama, drama the whole world is lost,
In cheap imitations of the east, the west,
No vigor in the heart, no true belonging,
A traitor. Wild protest.
People come and people go,
Such important things are left to blow,
Along with the wind, no remorse within,
The fire is put out, somewhere below.
Love songs and surprises are old fashioned,
A first kiss and spent nights over rated,
There are arguments and friends that despise
You for reasons, that stand belated.
Where an eye for an eye,
Would make the whole world blind,
Is followed religiously, blindly,
The teachings of our fore father’s who now rest, curled.
They died thinking they had finally changed the world.
Extremism and weather is at its high,
Security and comfort at its lows,
Where blood is the language of love we speak,
coffins laid under pretty little bows.
Millions of people die everyday,
We blame our guilty tears on destiny,
Millions of people soon loose their way,
We blame our guilty minds on mutiny.
In a world where we follow
Endless dark chambers,
Even a faint spark is quenched,
By the coldness, the weakness,
No warmth held, all desires felled,
Even the deep desires.
A world where strangers are kept close to the heart,
And loved ones kept as far,
We mourn our loss, we only then understand,
The worth of the passing hour.
When nightmares
Comfort more than dreams,
as we acquire less of pain
when nightmares are broken,
falling of the sun beams,
that lighten my face,
every morn I’m quietly awoken.
THE FRAME
It’s funny how things change,
A mountain chain begins
close connected, but a distant range,
I imagine a picture frame,
That changes colour, ever strange.
Today you’re in it, tomorrow I’m out,
Strong experiences exchanged, without a doubt.
When will I ever get used to this mixture,
This frame I call a perfect picture?
Paint is splattered here and there,
A magnificent symbiosis it forms,
But who else would stop to look, to care,
In place of a thousand splendid dawns.
Nothing holds proof of my existence,
Then I see you, a blurred vision in the distance,
You explain trust, I hold back in resistance,
Slowly I give up in turn of your strong persistence.
I can’t trust this frame,
This sad picture no passerby’s interested in,
I witness the unknown colour drain,
No one feels my pain.
The frame hanging on a feeble nail,
It may fall and brake, it may fail,
The picture now grey, a sad tone pale,
Like a myth, a legend, a forgotten tale.
Then, when least expected,
A passerby catches me off guard,
He stands still, his expression netted,
I’m trapped in an empty frame, barred.
His glare is intense,
A smile breaks out
To increase the suspense,
The pressure sinks in, I cry
And shout.
He points at the grey picture,
In the almost empty frame,
He calls out to the attendant,
And when the attendant came,
He said this is the one he wanted,
I thought as being taunted,
Why would he want me?
Of all the others that held more beauty.
He said it struck his attention,
Of all the colourful rest,
Like a Bavarian gentian,
The ones grown in the west.
He said all the pictures were bright
And beautiful too,
But he was mesmerized by the simple beauty,
That the grey picture in the empty frame drew…
A mountain chain begins
close connected, but a distant range,
I imagine a picture frame,
That changes colour, ever strange.
Today you’re in it, tomorrow I’m out,
Strong experiences exchanged, without a doubt.
When will I ever get used to this mixture,
This frame I call a perfect picture?
Paint is splattered here and there,
A magnificent symbiosis it forms,
But who else would stop to look, to care,
In place of a thousand splendid dawns.
Nothing holds proof of my existence,
Then I see you, a blurred vision in the distance,
You explain trust, I hold back in resistance,
Slowly I give up in turn of your strong persistence.
I can’t trust this frame,
This sad picture no passerby’s interested in,
I witness the unknown colour drain,
No one feels my pain.
The frame hanging on a feeble nail,
It may fall and brake, it may fail,
The picture now grey, a sad tone pale,
Like a myth, a legend, a forgotten tale.
Then, when least expected,
A passerby catches me off guard,
He stands still, his expression netted,
I’m trapped in an empty frame, barred.
His glare is intense,
A smile breaks out
To increase the suspense,
The pressure sinks in, I cry
And shout.
He points at the grey picture,
In the almost empty frame,
He calls out to the attendant,
And when the attendant came,
He said this is the one he wanted,
I thought as being taunted,
Why would he want me?
Of all the others that held more beauty.
He said it struck his attention,
Of all the colourful rest,
Like a Bavarian gentian,
The ones grown in the west.
He said all the pictures were bright
And beautiful too,
But he was mesmerized by the simple beauty,
That the grey picture in the empty frame drew…
Love the life that you live, Live the life that you love~
I have absolutely no idea why happiness is such a rarity. I realized the fact on my study tour to Panchgini.
What is it that troubles us so much that we can only stay happy for a moment’s bliss and then our world comes crumbling down. Our life seems to be a delicate sheet of glass just waiting to be shattered.
Most of the time we’re afraid of our own reflection. We stand there in front the crystal like board and wait for its glare to pierce our souls. My best friend had everything. A happy family, loving friends, die-heart lovers and convincing talent. She got whatever she wished for just like in the movies.
Then I had another best friend who didn’t share as much. She had a heartless father, few friends, one lover and talent that had to be displayed again and again in order to be noticed. I can understand why she was not always happy and didn’t believe in wishing stars.
But what went wrong with the girl who had everything. She was soon left with no friends, a worried family and only admirers, no lovers.
She stopped coming to school. Her only friend was another girl just as blessed as her, only more beautiful. It was a pity to see them both avoid stares in the corridors from the rest of the students. It was a pity to see them bunk examinations.
Then I came to college and met another girl like that, she too became my best friend. The way she described her world was envious. She finally scored the boy she had been in love with. She finally found her place in his heart. She was extremely loved for and cared for, the kind of love and care every girl desires. She would always look happy, but this illusion would weaken every time she dragged me out alone and cried. She looked happy, but never felt it.
Then i peeped into my world, it was but natural. My world wasn’t doing pretty clean as well.
I could never understand what exactly people wanted in order to make them happy. I hope they find that eternal bliss someday. For me, rainy weather, a phone call from home, a burger for lunch, music, and a message from a best friend that I hadn’t spoken to for 6 months made my day:)I was truly happy.
What is it that troubles us so much that we can only stay happy for a moment’s bliss and then our world comes crumbling down. Our life seems to be a delicate sheet of glass just waiting to be shattered.
Most of the time we’re afraid of our own reflection. We stand there in front the crystal like board and wait for its glare to pierce our souls. My best friend had everything. A happy family, loving friends, die-heart lovers and convincing talent. She got whatever she wished for just like in the movies.
Then I had another best friend who didn’t share as much. She had a heartless father, few friends, one lover and talent that had to be displayed again and again in order to be noticed. I can understand why she was not always happy and didn’t believe in wishing stars.
But what went wrong with the girl who had everything. She was soon left with no friends, a worried family and only admirers, no lovers.
She stopped coming to school. Her only friend was another girl just as blessed as her, only more beautiful. It was a pity to see them both avoid stares in the corridors from the rest of the students. It was a pity to see them bunk examinations.
Then I came to college and met another girl like that, she too became my best friend. The way she described her world was envious. She finally scored the boy she had been in love with. She finally found her place in his heart. She was extremely loved for and cared for, the kind of love and care every girl desires. She would always look happy, but this illusion would weaken every time she dragged me out alone and cried. She looked happy, but never felt it.
Then i peeped into my world, it was but natural. My world wasn’t doing pretty clean as well.
I could never understand what exactly people wanted in order to make them happy. I hope they find that eternal bliss someday. For me, rainy weather, a phone call from home, a burger for lunch, music, and a message from a best friend that I hadn’t spoken to for 6 months made my day:)I was truly happy.
Monday, November 16, 2009
The First
'Welcome to life. This mysterious light that appears in starry skies reflected upon dark waters.'
~That which leaves behind a tinted memory of pure beauty~
~That which leaves behind a tinted memory of pure beauty~
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