Valentine

Was it just me or did you feel it too,

the silence between us talking,

eyes seeing through the masquerade,

the butterflies flying about inside.

Was it true or just a charade,

the constant fighting and teasing,

giggling at the silliest of jokes,

the way you drew near.

I fell for you and now it hurts,

groping for myself, now I search,

I love you for what you were,

but I hate you for you never will be, my valentine..

Death after life

Death is mystical event. While some say it is the end of a life and start of a new one, others elaborate that the soul only changes its exterior/carrier and continues its journey. But one thing is for certain, each of us is afraid of dying. However small may be that fear, but death is the ultimate horror tale. But it is a natural reflex to protect and sustain one's self. This fear is an innate quality or an instinct. What  results in this fear? What we fear  may not be the pain which we always think death to be.. What we fear may not be the fright of the devil roasting us in hellfire.. What we fear may not be the end.. but it may be, a new beginning.

The fear of death may just be the dread of starting all over. Everyone has some positives to hold on to. Be it to be the one we love or the one who loves us. It may not be what we have but whom we have. It may even not be whom we have but who has us. It may be our actions or our words, we have created a bond so strong that we are terrified by just the thought of its break up. Death may be defined as the fear of losing these things that we have collected in our short trip to this carnival of life. To ask to renounce our prized relations without feeling a thing is too much of a favor to ask. 

For those who witness this tragic demise are equally at loss. They may not fear the end, but they definitely are scared of the future ahead without 'the departed'. The bond they shared is always mutual (whether they realize it or not). So treasure life and those who make it colorful, beautiful and wonderful, the way it is..

As Akon puts it:    

  "No need to cherish luxuries (cause everythin' come and go)
             Even the life that you have is borrowed
              (Cause your not promised tomorrow)
         So life your life as if everydays' gon be your last
              Once you move forward can't go back"

Confession

 

You were a stranger once,

sitting on the chair,

with your hair cascading down,

your frame seemed so fragile.

I must confess..

I must confess..

You made me so nervous,

face so innocent

with your eyes so true,

I faltered, as I tried to hide my love

You called my name,

words failed me

with your voice like a lilting flute, 

I was so weak, I just sang along

I must confess..

I must confess..

A 1000 miles away on  my own,

lying on my back on the roof, walking on the sidewalk; I am alone,

so far away yet so close,

I hold you ever so dearly within my heart as I await

The longing to hold you remains,

romantic in me craves,

for I was lost in the gloomy abyss without hope.

your love saved me like sunshine; the flame still remains.

I must confess..

I must confess..

All the days we have been apart

my love has grown stronger,

Eternally, this bond will last,

My love, I will love you forever, forever.