You vanished in a blink of an eye
I was obliged to say goodbye.
I am an Heir to the throne
In this heart I called home.
Therefore no more compromise
Only sacrifice.
I do hope you chase your dream
As lovely as it seems.
I bid you farewell
as you journey through Tomorrowland.
I might be one of your fan,
No not a constant one,
Just one who waves from afar
and says
*"Do you remember me
I'm a piece of your forgotten memory"

Obliviate me of my past memory
The only Ghost that haunts me.
It comes around the end of fall
With an iron scythe
and frozen shackles
Run chills down my bones.
A dark shadow stands tall,
blinds the path I hope to follow
Leaves me empty and shallow
With no hope for tomorrow.

The door kept knocking
I was afraid to open.
At the same time curiosity struck my mind
I peeped through the keyhole
And pretended to be bold,
But all I saw was silhouette.
A chill ran down my bones
As I saw an invitation slid through under the door.
I was bewildered as to who would send an invitation late this hour
addressed to my name.

I opened the envelope
And the invitation read
"I cordially invite you to the carnival of lust"
I took the invitation to my room
And left it on a table at the side of my bed.
I went back to sleep as I thought, the invitation wasn't for me.

I woke up the next morning
Thinking it was all just a dream.
But there I saw the invitation lying next to me.
I chose to ignore it as it wasn't something I would acknowledge.
But instead of discarding it, I let it be.

Once again a voice whispered,
Aren't you a little curious to know what it might unfold?
Just one visit won't hurt,
Just to be sure that it isn't what your looking for?

I was miss goody two shoes.
Never made reckless decision.
But then I thought why not?
"Maybe I should cut myself loose
I will go, just for a sneak peek".
I was sure it would bring no harm
I always kept myself alarm.

So I got all dressed,
And found my feet marching towards the carnival of lust.
I said to myself "I will leave before the rest".
Instead, till today Im filled with remorse.
For what I saw as the curtain unfold
Was not meant for my soul.
It was like a rollercoaster ride,
Not for merrymaking,
The carnival twisted my mind
I was not able to leave.
Now I pray for release,
For a carnal life I lead.

A promise is meant to be broken,
Kept only for a mellifluous moment,
A whisper so melodious to the ear
But never an indelible action.
Only one is deep rooted,
Conquered with love
A sacrificial affection.
To die and to rise
Was the only solution
For a home in Heaven,
A promise
never to be broken.

We live in a world made of self love
"My body my choice"
But what about those who desire to be mothers
Thinking "if only they had given the baby a chance,
Probably I would be able to give something better".
We believe in "my own choice", but we don't think of the baby's will to choose
because they don't have a voice?
The answer we give is
There are so many babies dying of hunger.
But boy or boy, would any mother
allow their own child to suffer?
Think twice, pro life or pro choice.

My thorns had *****
And blood had spill
For my words ****
And run down chills.
I couldn't tame my tongue
For then, I was undone.

I lost my grip,
I let you slipped
The solitude consumed me
I fell on my knees,
I begged please
Silence my voice,
Chain my tongue.

At present, I'm redeemed
My words have healed.
To those I've hurt
I hope in the future
Your forgiveness I shall breathe
As for now I urge you
Accept my apologies.

The coward uses flattery
To gain attention,
The brave embraces the truth
In every situation.

Is this the kind of love I deserve?
One weighs more than the other,
All I asked is "have I done you wrong?"
Your only reply, "I've learnt".
I'm worn out now
From all the unanswered queries.
I need to loosen this cord,
before the forbidden rage
Breaks free from its cage.

We shadow our eyes with a veil
So we can write our own tale.
But when we catch
a glimpse of reality,
We see only the storm
hindering the sun
And the rainbow of life,
just a fantasy!

When will you realise?
That you're blessed you haven't ended your life,
Even though you wanted to.
When will you realise?
That you have met many,
Whose hopes have been deprived
Yet refuse to give up.
When will you realise?
You have good friends and family that help you through the night,
When all you want to do is cry.
When will you realise?
That you are loved beyond the moon,
And every morning, you wake up,
You hear the sparrows chirping a new tune,
That lets you know
your dreams will come to past*,
In time and soon.

Well people leave....!!!

I was in grief....
I couldn't achieve
All the expectations,
Too much to handle
I couldn't tackle.
I wanted to leave!!!

I wanted them to accept my flaw,
Even if my words cut them like a saw.
I didn't want to be corrected.
I just wanted my pain to be deflected.
I was a ******* pessimist,
I looked at things through a dark mist.
I didn't want to change.
Yes people left!!
But they were not to blame.

As I grew I realised,
CHANGE isn't a crime.
It's not about pleasing others.
It's about bringing out the brighter colours.
If I was kind, selfless, gentle and wise
Would people leave??
NO
There would have been no goodbyes.

You've heard of the phrase
"Don't change stay the same"
Honestly, that is just insane.
As we go through the phases of life
*We will encounter CHANGE.

You say you have found
Your remedy
You say it gives you ecstasy.
It's the only therapy
that keeps you Sane.

But my dear,
All I see is a life in vain.

You withdrew yourself from society
You said it brought you enmity.
You preferred to be cuddle
by your remedy.

It keeps you warm,
It numbs the pain.
It quenches your desires.
It lits up a fire.
You feel safe.

But my dear,
you have lost your way
Your mind is clouded dark grey.
You're blinded by foggy days.
I hope you come back
to your sense.
Open your eyes and look through
your lens.

Don't let your remedy
**Be your death penalty.

Boo hoo, you have a wound,
But I called it a boon.
For you had gone too far
If it wasn't for that scar,
You would have still been stuck
Rewinding the bad past,
Thinking the pain gave meaning,
All it did was cut you out like
dead grasses.
You lost your colour,
you turned into rotten molasses​.

But now it's just a scar.
It made you realised you'd gone too far.
Your cheeks regain their rosy hue.
Once again I see you bloom
From a bud to a beautiful flower.
Thanks to the the rain that showered,
Washed all the pain of those wasted hours.
Now you find yourself in a new chapter.
So wasn't your wound a boon?