There is this piercing pain In you..
And you keep on searching for a person to share it with...
And for them to solve it for you....
And you never realised,
That only you could understand,
And heal you..

Strange things words are..
For some it's just letters arranged...
A simple tool..
For some it's  memory,a reminder..
It creates  hope..
Words build up a castle of imagination..
A promise..
Some  helps you escape..
The same words can shatter everything..
The same words  break the promise
And it all crumbles down...
like,
A Palace of cards

She is an old soul..
In love with the smell of parchments.
The oaks. The stream...
She loves the written, not the typed..
In leather bound books she finds her
Days..
She is the one with the young eyes and the vintage heart...
She was a wanderlust...
But she stayed in th 90's..
She's got the wisdom of a million years on her sparkling eyes ...
And a beautifull dreaming mind...

Somethings doesn't need to be said
The way the action goes , shows..
You came as an unexpected gift,
Now it all feels as if...
I should have never accepted...
What am i to do with this thoughts eating through me..
The way you dont want accept
The way its all a secret
Maybe you find me a mistake which should be hidden
Maybe i am replacement
Or maybe i am  your revenge to someone you lost.....
Maybe i am pawn to make them feel jealous..
All i ask of you is,
If so let me know,
Its better to know rather than to dream of something thats never going to happen....

I am a lone wolf
I wander alone
For I am a warrior
I am lone ranger..

                   Through the white snow
                    I run,
                   Through the woods
                    My fur flowing with the
                    wind.........

I fly with the wind
To reach the cliff
Where  i meet the love of my life
For whom i howl
The moon........

There should never be a search for reasons
To be together
Its the being without any reason
Not knowing why this is
And why it happens
Its the feeling of suspense and unknowing

Happines is what you are..
You are the promises of the
Roads yet to be taken..
You are the new things thats
Waiting in each turns....
You are the surprise to be found
You are the rush of adrenaline
Of a bunjee jumper
You are the exitment
In every explorer, when he unveils
new adventures , in a new place..
You are life...