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Monday, July 6, 2015

Dream



I'll dissolve when the rain pours in,
When the nightmares take me,
I will scream with the howling wind,
'Cause it's a bitter world and I'd rather dream.'

Wednesday, July 1, 2015

Find me



Someday i will wish upon a star
and wake up where the clouds are far behind me
where troubles melt like lemon drops
away above the chimney tops
that's where you will find me

Wednesday, May 20, 2015

I will find you Somewhere




I know there will be pain everywhere
And i know there will always be despair
and they always will be fighting  for no rhyme or reason
But i know i will find you somewhere.

There will be someone dying on the road
there will be someone carrying all the load
and i know that this old world will never ever care
But i know i will find you somewhere.

Somewhere in the darkness of defeat
somewhere on the lonely cragged street
somewhere when there is nowhere to turn and care
Yes i know that i will find you somewhere.

Somewhere in the shadows there is care
I have seen that love in eyes that are scared
yes i know that there is a home somewhere inside the hatred
Yes i know that i will find you somewhere.



Sunday, May 3, 2015

A Letter From The Love Of Your Life





Hi,
I am the one you've been waiting for since forever now. First things first, I am sorry. Sorry to keep you waiting, sorry that I am making you question your faith in love, sorry that you had to go through all those heartbreaks, and most importantly, sorry for not writing to you sooner.
I know you've been questioning my existence, but trust me, I am right here. I am the one you hurriedly passed by in the metro this morning, the one that Facebook keeps reminding you of adding in the People You Might Know suggestions, the one you met at your friend's party, yes the one who could not take eyes off because you looked beautiful, or the one you met at the mall, I am right here.
I know there have been times when you've been lonely and fed up of waiting for 'the one', when you wanted to give in to temptation, to quick thrills, when you had no one to talk to about your sorrows, and when you felt you had nothing to look forward to
I just want to thank you for being patient, for waiting for me, and for not giving up on love.
But I also want you to know that I am working on becoming a better person. So that by the time I meet you, I am the best version of myself. And I hope you are too.
I can't wait to listen to all your stories from when I was not around, to touch your face and feel your heartbeat, to kiss your forehead, to hold you close and to tell you how long I've waited for this day. But until then, be patient, because I really am just around the corner.  
Yours, 
The-love-you-have-been-waiting-for.

Friday, April 24, 2015

Love is Painful...............


Have you ever loved someone so much that you didn't care if you bled, hurt, or even gave up your soul, if it were for them?

My head throbs a little. I have been staring at the white light too long. My heartbeat is slowing, coming back to normal. My hands, that were desperately clawing at the ground in a pathetic attempt to dim the pain, clench to fists. Muddy nails dig into my palms. The light is obstructed by dark shadows and heavy voices. I am too weak and in pain to tell those voices to quiet down, I can't hear my angel's lullaby.
She is stroking my hair as I stare at the white light- her glowing face. She is so beautiful. She is sobbing slightly, her face contorted with pain and rage.
"I'm so sorry," she says gently, her voice so melodious it sounded as if she sang the words.
I want to tell her to stop apologising. I want to end all her pain, I wish, I wish I could end it all.
My chest aches, almost as if my heart is on fire. The manacles around my swollen, bloody feet no longer hurt as much as they were before- that pain has been overpowered by something else, something in a league of its own. I scream involuntarily, which comes out muffled by the gurgling noises made by my choking on the blood I am coughing out.
"It's time," the voice from the shadows says.
I know enough to know that this is the end.
"Sing to me again," I manage to whisper. She nods and continues with her lullaby. I stare at her beautiful, pained face. Its glow ensnares me. I'd die no other way. Her rosebud lips mouth the words of the song, just as the hole in my heart engulfs my being.
The pain means nothing.