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amrutha Mar 2014
"Run!" -heavy breathing-
You cannot trust them
Please.. Don't wait for me
Go..
If you have faith in me, don't ever look back.
Promise me.. "
His voice was trembling
I know you want me to come back
Take me into your bleeding arms
How can I forsake you?
If this means my death, so be it
Your beautiful eyes, I need a sight of 'em
.. And so, I did turn around to run into his arms
-silence-
-collapsing onto the ground-
No.. NO!
I was bathing in his sacred blood
Moaning and screaming till it thundered
The silence was deafening
My slaughtered heart stared at the corpse
of the man that I saw God in
My tortured heart stared at the corpse
No..*

Woke up, gasped, started to cry out
You rushed into my room to wash away all my doubt
I wiped my tears and hugged you tight
.. this, yet one more proof of how lucky I am to give and get love
from people
Including you, or without.
amrutha Mar 2014
The limitless array of the animistic Jewels—Each fighting their magnetic urge
To come together as one, a forever lasting passion dripping off their kiss
Twinkling within the soul of the observer
Magically, like in an illusion, like one huge celestial trance
No gem on Earth can compete with the star
She is beauty beyond compare.

The ancient array of the mountain ranges — Some holding hands
Others neither eclipse, call out nor meet
Arising from the ground, leaping high tearing into the sky
A magnificent vision, an inspiring sight
The earthly mountain cordillera —
The anklets that adorn Mother Earth's precious feet.

Wandering around aimlessly with life taking speed and power
Kingdom Meteora devastating the passionate darkness around
Go ahead, wish the wish of your life
Lover, conqueror, dreamer — Abducted from your material world
Here, you found your self
As not all those who wander are lost.

Flowing with grace, inborn pride and honor
Sultry, sensual, worldly, wisely
Beautiful transparent, suspicious translucent or dangerous blue-green opaque
The Ocean sings to us the secret lullaby
Gushing and roaring out loud like a woman forced into burning pyre
Whispering her twilight prayers — seductively into your ear
Leaving you boundless and bare,
and to your imagination, she stretched it a far far way.
-Amy.
Inspiration is everywhere.
amrutha Mar 2014
Once you know what heaven feels like,
It simply becomes the hardest thing
to survive between four walls
to survive among people
and eventually
die.
amrutha Mar 2014
His words pacify my thoughts
Painting my busy mind an angelic shade of white
Upon me, he cast his spell
Gave me wings, a halo and set me to flight.

He walked up to his Piano with a smile
Within a minute, I could feel chills down my spine
The way he threw his head back
The way his fingers explored those white keys so fine

Lost in a trance, tears run down my eyes
My wish has come true because of him
Instead of crying because I am weak or meek
My tears I have devoted to music, my loyal mate.

How humble, how naive, how passionate
Despite the surrounding drama and his oscar fame
Words, he doesn't use them much
And to his enigmatic freshwater ocean of Music,
I am a happy slave.
To Sir A.R Rahman. His music is the reason I'm alive today. As long as I'm breathing, my heart shall dance to his tunes.
amrutha Mar 2014
Ignite my soul
Welcome my pleas
Smirk at my grief
Steal it all away, please.
Excite my skin
Invite me to kin
Show me how scary life can get
Steal it all away, please.
Dance around me while I sob
Employ my sorrow
Pay me for each teardrop I shed
Steal it all away, please.
Pleasure my senses
Unleash my beast
And just when I think I need to cry
Steal it all away from me, please.
-Amy.
amrutha Mar 2014
Pause before you say Life is unfair
Learn to make a single flower your garden
Master the art of saying No
Learn to keep curiosity under control.
Watch all your hopes shatter
Just to build them over again once more
Admire before you criticize
Get rid of that good-for-nothing ego.
Following rules or spontaneously living the moment
The choices are always yours
But like the great men always say
Be the change you want to see in the world.
Remind yourself of these things every day
And Ah! What a work of art you are
There is none on this planet
Who is just the kind of beautiful you are.
-Amy. Inspiration is everywhere.
amrutha Mar 2014
Walking on the wet September grasslands
Waiting for you as I smile to myself
The hours they swim through the rough shore of time
Ignoring the weather, welcoming the cold
My feet kicking off those tiny stones
They do not know where they belong
My head faced down, eyes staring at the ground
Oh, what an unusual treat
of curious mystery pumping through my veins
This silence, one may call it absurd
But right now, it's the tune to my song
The clock strikes twelve and yet
You are to be seen no where around
Is there ever going to be a limit to my madness?
I know the truth
I shan't be seeing you anymore
So, I walk my way back
Back the wet September grasslands
Smiling to myself
All the way home.
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