Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Season


This one is dedicated to my best friend, the sweetest person in my life, hope you read this someday "Jaan"

As the snow melts and flows down the muddy stream,
Marks the end of winter, an end to the cozy dream,
As the rodents run out of their sleep and the birds begin to fly,
Spring returns, with a sunken heart and a bright sky,
Soon, the sun will rise high and make us sweat,
As summer walks upon me, eyes yet, teary and wet,
The summer will pass away too, makes the leaves fall,
Autumn hath come, in your memory I continue to bawl,
Caught but I am unto your season of love and care,
Someone like you will but never be there,
You want me to grow up and move on with life,
And, yet you cut my breathing nerve most ruthlessly with your knife,
There was no blood, there were no stitches, Aye !But there was pain,
As each season goes by, I grow more insane,
Cause this was not meant to be a season of trust,
This was meant to be my life..
Will not trouble you, that I swear,
But stop loving you is something I can't wear,
Try as hard as I may the thoughts won't stop,
I'll continue crying but won't let you see a tear drop,
Cause it was never was about just that one season,
Loving you is what I care, there is no reason,
There will never be a parrelleil rhyme,
My love for you, trust me, will stand the test of time.

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

A Silent Say


some stay..
some frey..
some fly away..
some cry..
some try..
and some decay
....
there is always a choice,
whether we die, or we pray..
there is always a choice,
when we say what we choose to say..
with every passing second and every passing day,
there is something that will always stay,
how much you choose to care,
how much you choose to be there,
how much you want to fly away,
when the nights are dark and the days are grey,
there is always a choice,
how much you choose to try,
how much you choose to cry,
whether you choose to fall, or you choose to fly,
there is always a choice,
you just have to make it count,
when you are surrounded by shadows and you are surrounded with doubt,
when the past is inglorious and the future is bleak,
when everything in the present wants to make you weak,
look into the eyes, of someone who is there,
you have to allow him to fix you and let him repair,
for there always will be..people..its just that..
some stay..
some frey..
some fly away,
some cry,
some try,
and some decay..