Sunday, September 18, 2011

!!!

Chop me down, please...
For I have sinned.
I have been selfish and now I repent
Kept to myself my shade
and kept to myself my breeze.
Chop me down, please....
For I no longer want to be standing.
Let me go, to where I came from.
I want to go back,
To take my selfish soul away from you
For I have sinned.
Chop me down, I say.
I cry, rather.
I have been mean and nasty
And I no longer wish to be.
Take me away,
Put me to some use, or let me go.
I know I never paid you the same regard,
But I wish you be the bigger one here...
Bid me this one request.
Chop me down, I pray,
For I have sinned.

...

I feel horrible. Why do I feel horrible? See, the only advice my mom gave me was do things so that you never regret doing them. I guess I never did follow that through; because even though I say I have no regrets, I have a mountain load of regrets inside, deep down, locked into a tiny little ball. I guess it is waiting to be released. I don't want to cry out, or show weakness, because that is not who I am. I have an image, you see. An image of sunshine. But I find myself to be the exact opposite of what the world sees me to be- a black hole, sucking in a bit of my smile every single day to quench the thirst of that little ball holding in my humongous regrets. I wish I could do something about it, but I cannot survive if that tiny ball breaks. If that ball does break, so will my soul. I bet, everyone has regrets and problems. But then, why should I care about everyone. All I should be caring about is me, my sunshine and my little blue ball of regrets. But then I don't think I have the strength to go back and do my life all over again. I don't think I can make that journey again. I have grown small now. I have become weak. I can't go back. I guess I will just have to carry my burden forward. My biggest regret is that the person bearing the brunt of my tiny blue ball of regret is not exactly me, but someone who shouldn't have to be bothered by my mistakes. I just wish my little ball of regrets would go away. But then, I wouldn't be where I am right now, if not for it. And for that I am grateful for it brought me you...

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

voices forgotten...

A gray fog looms ahead,

And I stand engulfed
The smell of jasmines hovers around me
A gentle reminder of a time long gone…
I stand alone, not knowing where to head.

Memories floods in, my glass fills to the brim,

Unwanted thoughts long stashed away

I see all too clearly when I rather not,

I hear and see things I’d long tried to forget.

Things I thought I’d forgotten…

But I’m encircled;

A whirlpool of voices long forgotten…

Some like the acid lime

And some, the sweet of honey…

Voices of people, loved and cared,

Long gone, yet stayed.

As the human crescendo ebbs

Like the ocean tide moons away,

Every voice is yet again forgotten

But one stays behind, one that tugs at my heart,

One, pure, deep and true…

The voice of a young girl,

A girl who was once me…

A girl who wanted nothing, yet everything,

A girl with the twinkle in her eyes still a flame

A voice I’d long forgotten,

A voice I wish I’d listened to…


I stand still amid that white darkness,

Wishing I could go back in time

But as the fog lifts, so do the spirits,

For I see that the girl is still in me…

A part forever-

Like the air in my lungs, or the blood in my veins…

A voice never gone…

Never one of the voices forgotten…

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

just a thought...

Gosh you'd never know how much I dig colors. Until quite recently I had this huge thing for black clothes and accessories... Ok, maybe I still have that love; but now I cannot stop loving colorful flashy things... just today afternoon I was sitting outside my house and I saw this young girl wearing a totally beautiful pair of sandals. It had about every color of the rainbow... The day was so gloomy and cloudy that till that moment I was as cloudy as the sky.

But those sandals just brightened my day. I don't know why, but at times colors have this beautiful effect on us. each color imparting a particular feeling in us. No wonder nature is filled with all these beautiful colors; without these colors, I for one would not want to live here...
so enjoy them colors... :) have fun...


Saturday, June 5, 2010

for once, leave me alone...
let me be in this warm darkness,
a much safer place than the cold light.
a light that threatens to burn you
a light that makes you forget
a time when everything was so much better
this darkness is so much better
its warm hands caress me
weaving a beautiful cocoon around me
keeping me safe from the prying light
oh leave me alone...
it hurts, not just my eyes,
my heart too, pinpricked for every inch
let me be in this haven
for not all light is heavenly
and not al darkness satanic..

Friday, April 30, 2010

Fire flowing like the blue in the ocean
Its red like the blood in my veins
The white that signifies all pure
The liquid heat makes its way through it
Loving the colors, a riot
A phoenix gives in to life
As t burns and awakes
From a slumber that eludes it so
Its eyes look on
The black is left behind
It cries for the much awaited
It's tired, broken..
The fire in it and around lives on
Keeping it alive,
Away from the darkness and into the light
Keeping it chained and shackled
As another ordeal of life awaits...

Friday, March 12, 2010

MOONSHINER...

It was dark...

I sitting there, or maybe I was in my bed,

Looking at the ceiling;

The sound of silence, beautiful,

Yet was interrupted,

For a faint strumming on the guitar.

I go to the next room

And I see him with the guitar.

Him on the sill, the moon shines behind him;

The light bouncing off the silver strings.

Moonshiner.


I sip at the illicit exquisite,

He plays those songs I love.

I swirl his wine in my glass

Playing with the light, a fire.

The hot red leaves a trail on my lips

He sings as he strums…

All for me.

He serenades as the moon shines…

Getting me more drunk

As times moves on.

Moonshiner.


I sit there, caught in that moment,

Music twirling around me,

I look at him, drowning in his eyes…

Drunk as I am,

Falling further in his spell.

I feel him near me…

His voice caressing my skin,

I drift into a sleep of music and wine,

Dreaming of guitar tunes and red hues…

Arms keeping me safe as I dream,

Tugging at my own wild self,

My moonshiner…

 
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