...I MISS YOU...

The feelings in my hearts i can't express...
The quest of my life is to start afresh...
Is it worth it or is it a futile chase...
The want of being with you: is it a never ending phase?

I don't really know what this is would groom...
Is it my fault or am i destined to this doom?
Half the words we said weren't meant to be...
All the dreams we saw, were they just a plea?

I don't really know anything as i stare into the sky so starry...
How do i define the past year of my life? bright or chary...
All we dreamed of was a tiny house near the sea shore...
With you waiting for me as i returned from my daily chore...

A coffee and a chat with you...
All my weariness to freshness getting converted into...
A family dinner with you sitting beside me...
With our hands below the table in a tussling spree...

Would forget all these and start all over again...
Only if i had a mind of chips and a chest numb to pain...
The sea stands still, coffee has gone sour, but i try to be happy in few...
Just that the definition of my happiness has changed into "I MISS YOU"...

?? WHY ARE YOU SO SCARED ??

It seemed from your tone that you wanted something i dread...
Still i keep dreaming that my dream will stay however...
I dont know about what fact is and dont even think of that teritory to tread...
Its my world, yeah its a hazy world and i never want it to be clear...

Fuzzy my mind is and i dont like this state of mine...
Why cant i get over you? i dont really know...
All i know is i love you and love the feeling that makes me pine...
Pleading my life is in many prospects, why doesnt this pain for once go?

If its your final decision, then please do me a favour...
I want my pride and things that i deserve...
Don't ever talk to me neither come to my corridoor...
Let me in my memories forever, the good parts of you preserve...

But the last thought in my mind would be :
"Why was i so much by you cared?"
You can't be false - back then; or could it be?
Please come to me if you want to...please do or i would shatter...please come, PLEASE DON'T BE SCARED...

iF oNLy i CouLD bLoCK the SuN...

She was jovial as always...
Pleasant, magnetic, charming and neednot say BEAUTIFUL.
Loved her more than myself...
She loved me more than she had ever loved anyone before...

Why does life have to shift...
Why the clouds have to drift...
There came the scorching sun again...
With its deathly rays of pain...

She was dying in front of my eyes...
I was bound with some bloddy ties...
My heart was pounding but mouth was shut...
She thought i was only that much...

I tried to explain "Lizzie, trust me. I am true"...
She just said "Sorry dear, but i am through..."
And thats how summer took her away...
Life became hell and there were prices to pay...

Heart is broken now, with a denial to mend...
I bent down as far as i could bend...
But now there only tears in my eyes...
Empty days and starless night skies...

Love happens once, the rest is LIFE...
So lets take it and stop the strife...
But one thing's for sure, that i will miss her...
Whatever she thinks or whatever confers...

Love you Lizzie, thanks for everything...
Will miss you as you rest in peace...
Thats all i have to say this time...
Please donot fall in love if you understand the rhyme...

SINCERE REQUEST TO ONE AND ALL...
please AVOID love to trample your heart and leave you bleeding on the hall...
Love someone in a way that you can be proud enough for the feeling you have...
Coz thats something she may NEVER have...

### The Summer March ### ALL BLURRED...

Hey, there we go...

the silent fall of the snow...

is calling us...

to recline and get halted thus...

we go to the field...

with joy and love to yield...

the days are counting on us...

and here we go thus...

The summer march to begin...

and life's to take a spin...

the last days of winter are here...

to love and rejoice and adhere...

and thus, here we go...

to count ourselves the snow...

Everything in me is shouting...

take a break and just go hiking...

all the leaves in the shade of winter grey...

are ready to spring on their branches someday...

some are tossed on the ground so hard...

they'll never come back home again...

Still it is beautiful see...

is it really, or is it me...

who's thriving so hard...

to see the picture so bad...

life's really sometimes so blurry...

however hard you try, however you furry...

still the picture denies to show...

and that's how it has to go...

The rest is life, but then what is it that i am living...

truely dull, treachorous and ugly seeming...

hey is it true, or it is just me thinkin...

the summer march is about to begin???