OF BEAUTY LOST AND FOUND.

The girl knelt beside the pond to see her own beauty. She saw thick lips. A small nose. And the most striking feature-her eyes. Dark as if a thousand nights had emerged themselves into them, glaring spreading rays of a thousand suns. But something lacked . they spoke of hollowness. As if something had eaten her soul away. And then it all came flashing back..
Long time ago when she was a little girl, her mother had read cinderella’s story to her. “Happy ever after” had imprinted itself on her mind. And she grew up with that thought, her dreams revolved only around that. She never realized how important love had become to her. She became an instrument of love. When she finally fell in love, she completely surrendered to the power of it. It made her cry and made her smile and separation used to kill her being. Only later on she realized that her dreams were all associated with that love and her beloved. But it was already too late. Her beloved turned around. And with that her dreams fell and broke into a million little pieces.
A tear dropped from her eyes and touched the pond with magnificent beauty. She looked at herself and saw in her reflection her soul reflecting back. Waiting to be heard and brought back to life. Yes her soul wanted her dreams back. Voices echoed from her past. She recalled her mother sitting near her and reading the fairy tales out. She saw herself glowing with happiness as she associated those fairy tales with herself, every time imagining herself as the protagonist. Suddenely she saw herself again and saw the warmth of her being. Yes she would build those dreams again . And this time they would all come true.

Weapon

It struck yet again. Slowly, quietly it took over her mind, then her being and gradually her whole life.She sat facing the infinite sky looking for an answer which never seemed to come. And like most human beings, she asked the same-Why? She'd heard when she was a child that love could change everything. Today as she sat by the sea, that word seemed even more illusionary, surreal.
There was no hope. Neither within nor without. Silent tears rolled down. Hopeless in the face of destiny. She didnt want to live. She dint even want to die. All she wasnted was to disconnect. Forget.Go back and erase her past. Specially the dreams which had brought more pain than the seperation. The dreams she had painted with her loved as they sat holding hands. The hopes that were associated. It was her life, all she could think of.She could not seperate.It was still dancing in her mind, the brush of imagination still painted various scenes.But she knew it wouldnt happen anymore. He was long since dead. With one game of fate, her life overturned. Anger tormented through her whole self. Pangs of destruction came and went. And all she was left with was the search for hope.

a few splashes of colour.

Shards of broken dreams.

A little bit of hope mixed with sunshine.

A little shine from the silver moon,

With weathered lines of pain and disgust.

The smile of a flower

The tenderness of a child

Life like the flowing breeze

Which leaves a silent whisper in my ear.

The tears of God

The dewdrops on newly born leaves

The kindness on the woman with a stick

And the aagony caused by the underneath

The scent of the tree

Which stands strong.

Strength-oh that beautiful feeling

And love-destruction and birth.

Freedom of the flowing dove

Peace of the silence.

And all that's unsaid.

Feelings

Words

Pain

Seperation

Love

Loss

Smile

Tears

Joy

Voice

And all of it in one bottle called life.

Confusion to Peace not yet found.

"Time flies by. what is left of it is the sweet laughter which rings through my ears. the pain,the love which still remains with the passion you killed.Sometimes i wonder,where is it that it ended,for what?

Wasn't love that what u wanted?There is a strange emptiness. After living with you. Maybe i dont want you back.Maybe i never will. But that which was in me comes forth as anger,punishment and hatred. "she finished as the ink blotted on the paper. As she sat below the blue sky she noticed it slowly stealing the hues of orange and red from that which we call the Sun.A dove flew by slowly but steadily. Peace she thought, but where was it on her mind?

distinction-less

there is a silent emptiness.a placidity. or is it peace restored after months of storm?
iam far away from my place but yet it seems so near.
the memories haunt,the house it calls.
yet im here for the better future.
a happy period-that of learning.
tears could not move that whom i called my beloved.
to whom i could give up my life for.
sometimes i question the god,oh,what is that which i have done?
illusion-why is it i who falls for it time and again?
pain-was it none but me whom you gave this unto?
im starting over a new beginning
the rise of dawn which will hopefully kill the dark past.
confusion-yet it ranges above.
but its just a phase they say.
so im content.

Unknown Voice

Once there was a girl called Zehrana. Innocence defining her face, she looked at the world with a gleam of excitement. Being the only child to her parents she had noone to talk to so she found solace in that voice which made itself only to her. Once while in her room, her mother discovered that she was talking but there was noone around. Worried, zehrana’s mother spoke to her husband and they together decided to move her to the asylum.
She was given electric shocks, gradually she lost her speech. Her parents cried,regretted sending her away,but her voice was not to return. But she still smiled.She didn’t need to communicate with anybody. The voice still spoke to her.Her soul was her companion being her friend in need,a guiding hand when lost and a smile when tears adorned her face. The voice of her soul was enough for her,her best friend.The best friend anybody can have.

My Last Rite

I can see the smoke rise as I see it catching fire. Last of our rites. Both of us together burn it. I tried to bring it back to life. But half of it which u possessed had already died. And the other half cant survive on its own. I had to accept that our relationship is over. As I burn it on the stake I see your eyes full of accusations, full of complaints and selfishness.
But behind this false mask you know the reality. I don’t know when you’ll see it but when you do you’ll regret. How much will you return from the reality? In my heart I still love you but after that day I know that I was cheated, lied to and betrayed. My emotions were brutally murdered, my sacrifices very casually overlooked. And now I know that ill never love you as much.

..to be the highest

I saw your eyes
Full of hatred
Like that person whose just faced defeat
I saw it in you
That lust for power
When I did disobey
To worship you
I thought you were in love
And love diminishes classes
But now I kow that
I was wrong
I did wrong when I fell in love with you
I did wrong when I believed you loved me too
For a person like you
Can only demand worship
For a person whose in awe with himself
Is incapable of loving back
You chose me
Because it was difficult to have me
And then once you did
I was expected to worship you
I wonder what delight
Does it give a man
To make another cry
I wonder what satisfaction
Does a man achieve
By playing with one’s soul
I thought of the past
And wished to make you human
But now I realize
That I was asking for the impossible
And now I know
That I fell in love
With the most distorted form of humans-
A beast without a conscience or a heart

DEATH OF A WORLD

The dream has been broken,
Shattered into pieces of glass…
And each piece has lost it’s identity,
Each moment has lost it’s happiness,
The zeal to live is over…

Reality hurts the eye,
So I look away from it.
Try to believe in the reality of my dream.
It gave hope,
A moment of peace,
But again it escaped.
And left behind shattered pieces of glass as proof..

Reality has been silently met,
And believed as if it doesn’t matter.
Just another phase,
Just another tear,
Just another loss,
Just another Death.
Death of a friend,
Who was never one.
Death of a life,
Which refused to breathe.
Death of a world
Which never existed.