Every moment of the years gone by,We feel
If ever one could have paused a breath of time
Which would we pick to ponder on life
The one that killed or the one we stilled
In the demonic whir of the race called life, we see
The cobblestones of memories etch a stairway of tears
We slip on every step,fall and laugh a cry
The path beyond seems lonelier than the one we left
A hollow wind blows through the tunnels of togetherness
We feel the unseen, and touch the mirage of love
The eyes see the heart through the bottomless glass of pain
Shattering the Now,with the power of the Never
Thursday, November 3, 2011
Suddenly..
I met her now, in sprinking rain
A girl, who loves as much as I
And she is still beseeched in pain
Of those who loved and let her cry
The moments passed in heaven's time
Where life stood still and angels fly
Her speech and thoughts in mine they rhyme
Our hearts went limp , I wonder why
Of all the games that Love does play
We win and cry each every day
The chime of time is singing true
Tis as old as God, but just as new
A girl, who loves as much as I
And she is still beseeched in pain
Of those who loved and let her cry
The moments passed in heaven's time
Where life stood still and angels fly
Her speech and thoughts in mine they rhyme
Our hearts went limp , I wonder why
Of all the games that Love does play
We win and cry each every day
The chime of time is singing true
Tis as old as God, but just as new
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
The tragedy of wanting to live on one's own terms
They told me to think of sanity
The world is a square box of reason
Stop the flying and curb your vanity
Most dreamers are dead in a season
Tread the normal,dread the new
Make the money, be a slave
Leave the passion, not for you
Stop the smile, dig your grave
Ask you when you've played your part
Have you saved or did you give
What you made is in your heart
That's the game, now learn to live
The world is a square box of reason
Stop the flying and curb your vanity
Most dreamers are dead in a season
Tread the normal,dread the new
Make the money, be a slave
Leave the passion, not for you
Stop the smile, dig your grave
Ask you when you've played your part
Have you saved or did you give
What you made is in your heart
That's the game, now learn to live
Monday, May 23, 2011
It's been a while,love
Yes, tis been a while since I saw her,
A chance misdemeanour of the heart, led our souls astray
No, it’s not a great feeling to miss your only love
Even sweet death seems a bed of roses now
When expression lisps in search of her breath
I cry to try what faith can do
I see her more when she is gone
I feel her more, it’s been that long
Memory is the Satan of Love
With past life regression of those moments sublime
His claws reach deep to soften and strike
She does know this, doesn’t she? She must
That narcotic of romance gives you a sturdy lifeboat
But the sadist that it is keeps the oar away
I am in the centre of it all, the quicksand pulling
Running at the speed of depression, sinking in her smile
When all seems lost, the worst friend is hope
Doesn’t let one live nor love
I sleep the sleep of a happy morrow
Yes, tis been a while, I need her now
A chance misdemeanour of the heart, led our souls astray
No, it’s not a great feeling to miss your only love
Even sweet death seems a bed of roses now
When expression lisps in search of her breath
I cry to try what faith can do
I see her more when she is gone
I feel her more, it’s been that long
Memory is the Satan of Love
With past life regression of those moments sublime
His claws reach deep to soften and strike
She does know this, doesn’t she? She must
That narcotic of romance gives you a sturdy lifeboat
But the sadist that it is keeps the oar away
I am in the centre of it all, the quicksand pulling
Running at the speed of depression, sinking in her smile
When all seems lost, the worst friend is hope
Doesn’t let one live nor love
I sleep the sleep of a happy morrow
Yes, tis been a while, I need her now
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