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???