|Author of "Hushed Echoes" Write.. Leave your mark.. Be Immortal through your words..|
I was gifted with words to glorify my pain.....
A writhing body,
A handful of ice,
A bitter bargain,
Not worth the price!
The irony is,
As much as I need this beating heart to exist,
It's stillness is what I require in order to live.
Don't you dare pester me,
Stop knocking on my door,
When this phase passes,
I'll be out once more.
Bear with me a little,
For the going is tough,
There are days when this mind,
Screams enough is enough.
When the voices of my naysayers,
I try to drown with silence,
For it's better to hold on to dignity,
Than to provide them with an audience.
Please just let me be,
I know this too shall pass,
Past experiences keep whispering,
Peace will come at last.
I wrote ballads about you,
When you didn't even deserve an adjective!
More than my time,
I lament the wastage of my words!
I am in love with the creases that form around the corners of your eyes and lips when you smile,
All I want you to know is, I won't run away when you introduce me to the wetness of your cheeks when you cry...
I adore the way your eyes shine with joy when you're ecstatic,
I want you to know I'll adore the worrisome lines of your forehead all the same...
The soft chuckle that escapes your mouth are music to my ears,
I want to tell you that your quivering voice won't make you love any less...
- I'm here to stay, don't push me away..!
She wrote because you weren't ready to listen,
And now you judge her for making a mark!
When life gives you more shocks than surprises,
You learn to dread the unknown!
Nobody likes guessing,
Don't expect them to "get you",
When you so perfectly know the art of communication and still choose to remain silent...!
When you let someone hope, you create a version of yourself in their minds.
And the only thing, that proves if it's an illusion or reality,
Are your actions!!!
Don't get entangled,
In the how and why,
If your heart wants something,
It's always worth a try......
Life is a balance between holding on and letting go...
And for my sanity, it's important,
That I hold on to Me,
And let You go...
The irony of a writer falling in love:
We long to hear the words, they don't know how to use.....!
The lifeline of my love story,
Was a faulty one,
I had feelings,
He had none...!
Even if I write you into my story,
With these ink stained hand,
Give you the traits of virtue,
All vices banned,
Shaping your character,
To my will and command...
I won't be able to efface,
This indifference oozing from your gland...
She is a writer,
Words are her weapon.
Be careful while handling her,
She will use words to make or mar you!
The wounds that she can give you with the tip of her pen,
Can do more damage than the sharpest knife...!
Dead dreams are not souvenirs of your desires!
Don't water their grave with your tears, they symbolise your shortcomings.
They're a slap on your face,
Remember the sting and keep on working!
And as I weep tonight,
I let go of all the dreams of You,
That ever donned these eyes,
If the possibility of Us,
Will cost me, my peace of mind,
You're just not worth my while!
You are a mirage in my love thirsty life...
Soothing to the eyes,
And messing up my mind!
I still carry the weight of these dead butterflies in my stomach,
A memento of our stillborn love...
Always think before you speak.
Every single word of judgement you pass on others, will one day come back to haunt you!
When you choose to remain silent,
You give them the power to draw conclusions,
And for an over thinker like me, who values words,
SILENCE is a curse...!
These scars that you see,
Are mortal gifts,
They don't bother me at all,
Will fade away with time,
From my body and mind!
The ones that haunt me,
Are the ones you don't see,
Still raw, still sore,
On my soul I brave,
They'll accompany me to my grave!
When the night and day,
Seems too far away,
When you feel the chills,
In the middle of may,
When the butterflies,
In your stomach,
Makes you sway,
When the smile,
On your lips,
Is here to stay,
When every thought,
Is about them,
Deliberate or stray,
When their name,
Makes you feel,
Happy and gay,
That's how you know,
You're in love, they say...
I preferred staying,
Indoors in winter,
from the chill,
In my face,
For your heart is,
Like parallel lines,
We go side by side,
As if there are rules,
We have to abide...
An eerie silence,
Some doubts inside,
Two strangers serving,
A sentence implied...
They ask me if I write about you,
I want to tell them, I do,
But then they'll want to read it too,
The words that are solely meant for You!
They say silence is the weakest,
Broken by a mere sigh!
Words are like daggers,
Hits you low and high!
No matter how strongly I express my emotions,
Before your quietude they wilt and die!
Life goes back and forth between regretting the lost moments and anticipating the ones yet to come...
Call me stubborn,
But I'll keep writing about you,
Until the frost in your heart,
Yields to the warmth in my words...!