Poetry

It was such a lovely and a bright sunday morning. The birds were singing and the leaves were dancing. Standing under the  the trees, There he was waiting. His lips were whistling and his legs were tapping. Dressed in his best of dress, a rose he was holding. Lost in some thoughts and his dreams, he was smiling. Now the sun started to shift and the day was fading. Hopes in his heart and the dreams in his eyes slowly came down crashin. His heart grew heavy, fell on his knees....crying. Romeo did wait but juliet didn't come.

And it comes to a stop. my breath falling short, eyes shut. All the beautiful memories reels inside my head, from the very begining to the timeless bounty. I remember the santa and what it brought me.. shud i tear the pages of my diary or shud i tear through my memory. Unanswered is left that only question.. Is she now forgiven or still she's unforgiven..

To that whiskey in my glass.. amongst the ice it dances.. savouring the taste. spirit and soul goes foul that way, thats what i have heard them say. It is a truth or a myth, i know not. for when it goes down, surfaces up the war within me. Cocktail of anguish and pain squeezes out throuh my eyes, washing all the agonies away and drowning all the lies.

In the realms of her thought, morbid has been sabotaged. Faint smile flashing innocence, glint in the eyes of soberness. I fall....n i rise.. in a glass of water as dances a cube of  ice.

Destinations are the abode of tired souls, For who would not love to reach new goals. Life is a war for livin, which will eventually cease. perhaps that is why we are all in some pursuit, cause after death we will have all the time to rest in peace. My purpose is not to feed the need and be gone. for i know,new discoveries and real pleasure comes from doing the undone.

She is an angel hooded in blue and white. A symphony of love songs in the night. Divinity aura blends with her pure charisma. while the sweetness compliments her cuteness. Bagging her love would be a badge of honour, pinned to my chest while loving her tender. She is an angel hooded in blue and white. Beauty redifined in the crimson light. Simplicity adorns her sophisitication, intellegence moulded in a case of innocence. only a fool can sit and talk to her, while the blessed strives through a way to receive her love.

Inspire me to write something. Smile for me,cause that means everything. Have i ever mentioned how beautiful you are? I always feel you so close to me, even thought you are so far. The moon is cold and its so bright tonite. you drift into my dreams ever night, and it doesnt even feel you are out of sight. longing and waitin to touch you. smiling and crying to be with you. memiors hurts and heel me simultaneously, wondering if the wait is going to stretch to an eternity.

She's a champion of chess. the defeated says, it's hard to beat her. She knows all the moves and the tricks...the kill. Intelligence as agile as thoughts....sharp. Fragments of black and white squares up to a arena of war of humble over rude,knowledge over attitude,love over rage. I know she's the champion. She's got the skills. but tonight i am no pawn of diagonal moves on the chequered floor. I'm the king...standing tall...gaurded and confident, to taste the victory. cause from where i see its already over; check mate :-)