From Times To Timeless...

Some people might be breaking at this hour of night some where. 

Some people might be soothing their aching hearts in ice. 

Or burning in their fantasized castles, with thorns of rose beds they grew. 

Perhaps some are recalling the past and all the lies they thought were true. 

Some might be peacefully asleep with their destiny at arms length. 

Some might be awake building themselves from scratch, gaining strength. 

To live with what they have and pull together the phlegm. 

Some might be waiting quietly, so that their silence speaks for them. 

Or some might be dreaming about the reality that's too far to reach. 

Some might be fighting with themselves or themselves attempting to impeach. 

For all that we have lost through the way, 

We have gained something worth remembering,
which makes us stronger everyday. 

Time

Time doesn't heal. 

Time doesn't heal a few things. 

Things that you're close to. 

Time does leave scars though. 

Only to remind you of those things later. 

So when someone tells you;

"Time heals everything", 

Just to sympathize with you.

You tell them and show them the real picture. 

Time doesn't heal. 

It only leaves scars. 

 

She...

She wanted to be heard. 

She wanted to speak but

Her tongue got tied 

Everytime she tried to utter the words.

Words never came out easily from her mouth. 

She wanted to scream her heart out. 

She was lonely but among crowd. 

She was just another stray soul. 

She was just another human.

She stepped down from her pride. 

She got crushed by their egos. 

She only needed a shelter to hide. 

She wanted to be understood. 

She wanted peace. 

She kept her soul together. 

Each and every single piece. 

Her heart is heavy. 

From the scars it endured. 

Her eyes burning. 

In the flames of the arson

That gets wilder every passing day. 

She could be better but

She chose to suffer. 

Her self-esteem evaporated. 

She has lived. 

And will keep on living. 

In the minds.  

In the hearts. 

She was a hollow person. 

Always trying to help. 

To produce a better change.

She hoped she'll be remembered.

Just like the pleasant shower of rain 

That leaves behind the bliss. 

Crying...

Crying is not only when tears fall down from the eyes but there is a kind of crying which nobody sees or hears. That is, when you have so much agony and pain contained inside you that you just want it to escape and release your soul but it won't go away. It keeps on lingering inside and all you want is to get rid of it anyhow. The only thing you can think of is crying. Yes, you want to cry but you can't even shed a single tear while your heart is being ripped off like silk on a thorny branch. You weep, deep down inside. Nobody knows what you're going through. Deep scars heal but they leave marks on your body. Then there are some wounds which are only confined to your soul and can not be seen on your bare body. There are perhaps more such marks on your soul than elsewhere on your body. These deep wounds hurt and they hurt badly. This pain amplifies as the clock ticks. Finally, going about it so many times inside your heart and mind, you manage to shed a single tear that trickles down from the corner of your eye. That is escape! That feels better! 

Words ...

There I was, stumbling over words.
Struggling to grasp a few,
So that I could weave them into a few sentences.
May be words which could make a difference.
And he will know how I feel.
But not only I failed to express it right,
I just loosened my grip and let it all fall back.
Just like the waves on the shore.
One moment so close,
The other moment heading back so fast,
That you have to manage to stay behind.
He never understood the pain it caused.
The tarnished soul behind those few scattered words.
Or even the tears that rolled down my cheeks.

If only I was better with words

I think I would have been fine.

If only I was better with words

I think he would have been mine. 

Alone In The Dark

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  So here I am curled up in the sheets,

All alone in the dark, listening to my own heart beat.

 

 

 

 

Eyes wide open and senses awake,

Hearing the voices, hoping that the silence will break.

 

 

 

 My body is alive but my soul quite dead,

Tears of repentance that I religiously shed.

 

One Hope.

When all hopes die, One remains. 

For our sins there is no one to be blamed. 

For we are all sane. 

We know what is right and wrong. 

We know where we ultimately belong. 

For in this world of joy and pain,

When all hopes die, One remains.